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MAXIMUM PERVERSION LYRICS
"Reetketelsteen" (1998 Demo)
1. Reetketelsteen
2. Cromwell Street (Instrumental)
3. An Education In Violence (Kipland Kinkel)
4. Intoxicating Inhalation of Burning Cadaveric Residue
5. Thy Flesh II
1. Reetketelsteen
REETKETELSTEEN
WORDS – MAJER, D/BASSETT, J & MUSIC – BASSETT, J
There once was a man who needed relief
But he pushed too hard and to his disbelief
When he went to wipe his arse
Intestinal tract was what he’s passed
Loss of blood caused his death
Stinking fart, his last breath
All of these people died in most unfortunate ways…
It was accidents caused by them that took their lives’ away
There was a young lad who drank some beer
As he walked across a bridge he had an idea
To piss on to an electric wire – it set his dick on fire
He could do nothing as he fried
By massive shock is how he died
In Bolivia, ’92, there was a man who desired chicken
So he found some suitable foul and he stuck his dick in
The chicken’s cries dislodged some rocks
And crushed the man before he was done
Man and chicken both were killed in passionate unison
All of these people died in most unfortunate ways…
It was accidents caused by them that took their lives’ away
Stephan the Elephant couldn’t shit
But his trainer had the solution
He was fed laxatives, berries and figs
And left in the pachydermal ablutions
An enema was the final straw to aid evacuation
That is how the trainer choked
In two-hundred pounds of defecation
All of these people died in most unfortunate ways…
It was accidents caused by them that took their lives’ away
2. Cromwell Street (Instrumental)
3. An Education In Violence (Kipland Kinkel)
AN EDUCATION IN VIOLENCE
WORDS – MAJER, D MUSIC – BASSETT, J
Here’s a little story about a boy who tried to
Take a gun to school but he got caught so they expelled him
The boy had always said “It would be fun to kill someone…”
Kip went crazy
He killed both his parents but that damn sure was not the end
He wanted to pay back the school; to have his revenge
Knives, guns, a rifle: His malicious arsenal
There was carnage in the canteen when he took his guns to school and shot them
Kipland Kinkel – Went totally mad
Kipland Kinkel – Killed his Mom and his Dad
Kipland Kinkel – Had revenge on his mind
So he made people die
Kipland Kinkel – Made kids run away
Kipland Kinkel – As bullets he sprayed
Kipland Kinkel – At Thurston High School
Kipland went on a rampage
Kipland Kinkel – He shot at the school
Kipland Kinkel – Did wound twenty-two
Kipland Kinkel – He would have shot more
But people dragged him to the floor
Kipland Kinkel – He caused a crime scene
Kipland Kinkel – When he was fifteen
Kipland Kinkel – The students did flee
Idiots with guns mean fatalities
4. Intoxicating Inhalation of Burning Cadaveric Residue
WORDS – MAJER, D/BASSETT, J MUSIC – BASSETT, J
Grate the skin, grind the bone
Pack yourself a fat cone
Pull a bucket, thick and yellow
Fan-forced flame from morbid bellows
Coat the lining of my lungs with human waste
It’s so much fun
Smouldering pieces of human meat
Cadaver-sativa; a smokers’ treat
My sick addiction it relieves me
Dehydrated skin does please me
Smoke some bones, they’re packed in cones
We’ll grind more corpse if you’re not stoned
Lighting… Pieces of cadaver dried
Smoking… The fleshy cone is singed and fried
Sucking… Lift you to a morbid high
Choking… I’ll inhale you when you die
A splinter of bone to stoke your cone
Festering stash of human hash
Fetid meat is ground to smoke
Mixed with baccy so you don’t choke
We are sure our special blend of epidermis will get you bent
Hydro-humans under lights
Hybrid tumours packed in tight
Feel the fumes go to my head
My penchant to smoke the dead
Smoke some bones, they’re packed in cones
We’ll grind more corpse if you’re not stoned
Smoke the stiffs…
5. Thy Flesh II
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