1. MACHETE THROUGH HEAD LIKE KNIFE THROUGH BUTTER

Hack hack hack fucking machete attack
Hack hack hack fucking machete attack

The work of the Devil
The cops' head slashed
The fucking evil attack
A gash that comes from a slash

My platform shoes
Slip amongst the shit and gore
My boot cut slacks
Are victims of this hack attack

My suit spews polyester upon the cop
All over his perm as gore flares from his throat
Almost as crazy as his pants flare
Outward at his hack attack bleeding ankles

Coke up the nose
Machete leisurely
Splits through the skull
Gory spine pops
Out of mouth
Platforms are stolen
By the fucking evil
Orthopedic surgeon

My suit spews polyester upon the cop
All over his perm as gore flares from his throat
Almost as crazily as his pants flare
Outward at his hack attack bleeding ankles

Machete through head
Knife through butter


2. SLEDGEHAMMER HOLOCAUST (SHIT AND BONE INFUSED)

Holy fuck Stu, beware a hot load of liquid shit
Bursting out of your hole as you attempt to sit down
Before said buttsplosion forces its way out
you don't want to miss the bowl altogether
And nestle down upon your nest of hot crap
Splooched all over the back of the seat, eh?
And as if that's not enough (it's never enough)
Try not to accidentally piss out of your pisser

Overtop the rim and onto the back of your
En-ankled fuckin' pantaloon, fuckin' hell...
Sitting in a hot n' fresh pile of lava-esque shit
While trying to decide hot to explain your wet ass

Is truly a dark, quiet Hell, as I'm sure you know...
And farting only spreads the shit about your backside
Say hello to a half roll of shit tickets...

I enter the stall sledgehammer in hand
And use both hands to start swinging
While Stu sits helpless upon his throne
Creating violent impacts upon his body
Almost slipping on feces

Flesh and bones collapse before me
Driven deep into shit soaked ground
Mutilated and bloody upon destroyed toilet
Say goodbye to functioning shit ticket holder


3. MALEFIC AND UNCONTROLLED DEMOLITION OF THE LIVING

Like the snapping of a camera unfocussed
Or like a sped up still image videotaped
A blind of an eye captures the act of devotion
Ground zero is a dull angry thud that ripples

As axe splits deeply and fully into your cranium
Damage both immediate and catastrophic
Eyes glaze over gazing outward now without life
Atomic separation at the molecular level

Blossom for me oh skull as thick as tar
As broken and unsteady as the chair at work
Innards exhale and reach outwards
Painting the blue sky red this summers' eve

And amidst the fresh morning mildew
And grey matter that has turned to stew
I see me worshiping at the toilet that is you
Worshiping at the fucking toilet that is you

Already as overflowing as the deep red and grey
Chunks of matter, bone and dead plasma
Is my longing to evacuate myself into you
My longing to force a fucking shit into you


4. EYE SOCKETS VENTING BLACK, ROTTEN BLOOD

Collision with a baseball bat
Nails hammered through the face
Blunt force rips apart the iris
And displaces the fucking lens
Slightly profound and forever gushing
Bleeding in the back section of the eye

Fracture of the orbit from the socket
Vessels torn and fucking leaking
Broken bones around the eye
Cannot block the vicious blow
Punctured eyeballs sloughs downward
As the brain fills with dead blood cells
Sludging of the brain produces ongoing
Droplets of blood upon the eyelids

Refusing to coagulate, hemispherical stroke
Terminal paralysis: fuck you
Red cells broken down and deadened
Unclotted and expulsive: fuck you
Squeezed out like curd or a hardened fucking turd
Or smashed up bird: fuck you
Total fucking gore, a disco world war
At the haberdashery store: fuck you

Hands cover the area of the face, the body slumps forward
Slick black oil runs like a hot freebird on a wire

Knife pushed through fucking jaw
Captive bolt pressed against eyeball
Full penetration to destroy all tissue
Catastrophic internal haemorrhage


5. GUTTED, COATED WITH MALIGNANCY AND RE-EMBOWELED

Belly up legs hanging down
Stroking motion downward to expel
Urine from dead bladder
Knife through ribs at shallow angle
Finger the hole tear open the gut
Contamination of exposed meat
Puncture the entails violently
Remove contents of the gut
Into a pail of awaiting tumor
Hungry to destroy human tissue
Invasion and uncontrolled growth
Mal born transformation of life

Entrails still attach to cavity
Feces pouring out
Destroyed anus
Foul organs washed
With benzene

Sand pail overflowing with organs
Charming design on the side
A happy uniformed mouse vendor
Selling snow cones at the beach
Five cents for a cone
There on the boardwalk
Come on buy yourself
A tasty frozen sugar treat

Entails still attached to cavity
Feces pouring out
Destroyed anus
Foul organs washed
With benzene

Crude attempt to
Take stomach contents
From vintage sand pale
And to mash viscera back
Into recking cavity
Hear rate slows rapidly
But life remains sustained
And so the sewing begins

Gutted, coated with malignancy
And re-emboweled
Gutted, coated with malignancy
And fucking re-emboweled


6. FORCED TO INGEST CAULKING UP NOSE AND DOWN TRACHEA

Reach around caulking of throat
Forced ending of respiration
Terminal hunger for air
Dramatic response to blockage

Nasal passages now turn
To a cemented fucking tomb
A silent, sudden and horrid realization

Dance in suffocation
In a hair pulling
In a skin picking
In an eye gouging
In a bone breaking
In a head banging
In a motherfucking
Frenzy of fucking madness!

Fucking revenge
Flapping of arms
Fucking revenge
Flapping of arms
Fucking revenge
Flapping of arms

Brain damage immediate
Brain damage immediate


7. THE SUPER FLYING OFF A ROOF HAPPY SHOW

A foam avian extension to the
Comedic genius mind
Holy fuck, I thought the bird was real
Such life-like movements
I laughed everyday

Saw off the one trick arm
Push off a fucking roof
Tears of a spazmoid clown
Emu does not fly to safety

Rod Hull: fucking spastic


8. MOONLIGHT ILLUMINATES LIMBS FORCED INTO IMPOSSIBLE DIRECTIONS

Dancin' all night at the fuckin' beach massacre...

There is a seagull out back eating cat food
Where the blood dimmed tide is oft' balleyhooed
Out whereby the sea meets the sand
Furley Roper shows up to play the baby grand

Close to mine feet next to a decapitated skull
A midsummer's afternoon vexed by laughing gull
With a glaze as blank and pitiless as the sun
Furley Roper eats the mold off a hotdog bun

Like a cook's soul that has fallen into the soup
The decayed fucking corpses rise again as a group
Like a lighthouse tumbling upon a croaking frog
They lumber towards us through afternoon fog

There is an index finger yanked to the elbow
And sensory motor incongruence as you know
There are hands bent to beyond 29 degrees
Beyond their normal operating range in the breeze

There are extremities being pulled downward
The living, dancing dead will never be deterred
Satanic evil corpses pull Furley Roper into the Earth
Assuring us of a goddamn fucking disco rebirth


9. UKULELE PLAYERS DRUGGED OUT MACHETE ATTACK AT THE FLEA MARKET

Gangsta lifestyle shirts and chains
Cummed in issues of Maclean's
Pokemon goods selling at top dollar
Chewed up and broken leather dog collars
Stolen box cereal and snack cakes
Sold months past the expiration date
Second-hand used mouthwash and floss
Busted helmets and sticks for lacrosse

Destroy the carnival barker types
Disembowel the dirt covered old men
Overalls are for those under age 2
And that nascar lamp is broken


10. I AM YOUR FLESH

Rain by the bucket load, a hearse sulked through the night
A peckish driver craving the taste of something sweet and light
The grim ride quietly pulls up to the edge of the curb
And the solitary driver steps out not uttering a word
Casket hauled out through the back of the funeral home
Knocking over the ever watching frost-bitten garden gnome
A tall skullet-haired undertaker steps toward the oak box
And pours a couple glasses of whiskey on the rocks
Lips are smacked, stomachs groan and the stainless steel comes out
A mortuary hacking session as the pair much about
Grabbing kidney, liver and brain in a post mortem attack
Oiling up a fucking frill using bacterial dental plaque
A gruesome one way meal upon human flesh the macabre dine
The high point of a worthless life washed down with a bottle of wine
Flesh ripped to pieces and rudimentary autopsy performed
Select herbs and seasonings for brain matter now transformed
From living tissue to a hastily prepared midnight snack
Culinary art for those whose tastes are off the beaten track


11. THE SLABBY AND CRIMPY ASCENSION UP THE SNIVELLING SHIT

We have a mascot type guy too
He's a symbol of our band
He doesn't' really have a name
Skullbong wants to get him tattooed

Our masking isn't a right wing Christian
Our masking isn't a fucking cry baby
Even though he's a fucking junkie
He'll never get kicked out of the band

He'll never pen a tune for Tomb Raider
He'll never say" Chris Poland, see you later"
He'll never have fat fucking lagoon lips
If badmouthed by Lars he'll come to grips


12. HALVED AND PRESERVED FOR FURTHER RITUALISTIC ABUSE

Running fast through the tall grass in the wide open field
Screaming and screaming and terrorized for your fucking life
I'm coming after you with a fucking machete in one hand
And a martini in the other that becomes shaken not stirred

The gin becomes bruised by liquid
And dulls the taste of the vermouth
Two and a half ounces of gin
One and a half ounces of vermouth
Garnished with green olive
Stuffed with fucking pimento

Bury and thrust
Repeatedly inserted many times
And rocked inside twisting
Shredding and pulling apart
Muscle and skin yielding
Easily underneath the blade

Once through skin
The steel digs across torn up and ragged collapsing organs
Deep tissue slashed and hacked to shreds
Considerable force turns to violent penetration
To be wholly dismembered and carried off
Into the wholly re-murdered, reanimated
Fucking butchered and murdered again


13. HILLBILLY SAVANTS QUIET DIGNITY AND DELICATE RELATIONSHIPS

Knife driven down and slammed through throat
My wrist hammers down and splits the lip beneath me
Fluid fountains out of the slashed fucking orifice
And begins to pool at the back of the throat

Broken teeth explode in all directions
A split tongue gapes, yielding to the force of steel
Blow upon massive blow rain down upon the mouth
Pushing down turning and stirring the tissue

No fucking resistance to this facial massacre
Hair pulled off, closed fists punch eyeballs hit
Cheeks slashed to ribbons to attack the jaw
Cold steel disfigures and destroys all recognition

Knife driven down and slammed through throat
My wrist hammers down and splits the lip beneath me
Fluid fountains out of the slashed fucking orifice
And begins to pool at the back of the throat

Drill bit loaded and electrically penetrates the skull
Head turned into grey matter slurpee dispenser deluxe


14. Q: MUTILATED WITH CHAINSAW? A: SPLIT WITH MAUL AND CANNIBALIZED

The folding chairs were thrown full force into the fire
That was lit using petrol and the Audi's spare tire
Five fucking drunk campers five fucking miles
Into Bird's Hill Park where our fucking story begins

We tried in vain to set up the 8 man tent but
There was a breach of trust with fraudulent intent
We took turns screaming at the aluminum poles
As the sun descended and the chairs turned to coal

200 beers later hardly able to string a sentence
Praying to the tent int the rain for 11th hour repentance
Out from the brush emerged a cannibalistic killer
We turned and screamed like it was fuckin' "Thriller"
I knocked over the bowl of bread and butter picles
Stabbed in the eye, my eyeball glaze began to trickle
Throats slashed to shit, blood flying in every direction
Sodomy after murder as a result of cannibalistic erection

We were fucking shit upon
Colostomy Bag's guitar picks soaking in urine
We were fucking shit upon again
Grimmgore's guitar picks buried under feces

All bodies murdered, and defecated upon again and again
Sodomizing and partially devoured as part of the human food chain
The now drunk killer barfed our remains upon the camp site
The feeling of flesh soaked in alcohol did not feel right
Too fucking drunk by eating our fucked and murdered band
We are much too brutal for Furley Roper upon this parcel of land