SIDE A

1. JUNK

My brain is filled to the brink. Wound up, wired, hurts to think. Fear and stress I've had enough, rid my mind of all this junk. Modern problems, daily life. Paranoia, politics and crime. Last night couldn't sleep a wink, because this world fucking stinks. Junk! Vice Like Grive I've Had Enough. Rid My Mind Of All This Junk. Disengage and disconnect so I don't become a nervous wreck. Can't relate so I withdraw. Imprisoned within these four walls. Rid My Mind Of All This Junk.


2. GRATITUDE

Throwing love away is a self destructive game. A cycle of defeat and self inflicted pain. Withstood the hard times. What we have is hard to find. Give you my everything. Reciprocation rings true. Now blood of my own and I can't do this alone. Been down and out and it always comes back around. You carry me and I'll carry you. Nothing but gratitude. In these self centred days. Look at all the blood stains. To risk, to give, the key. Heart on your fucking sleeve. Always give thanks for what you've fucking got!


3. TWO MINUTE WARNING

Bring forth the guillotine. Bring it down hard and clean. The reign of terror's just begun, so how they run. Knights of the underground table rise. The innocents will be the first to die. The lion goes from strength to strength. You're like mice in it's presence. Air raid sirens, rifles firing. Apocalypse now. Two Minute Warning. Just like lambs to the slighter. Hung drawn and quartered. Guerrilla warfare, gasmask assault. Hold no hostage in this revolt. Withstand the hits from small arms fire. Rougher than an animal in the wild. Kickin' down your front door, Hard To The Fuckin' Core!

SIDE B

1. HUNT...KILL...BURY

Someone's gunna die tonight, and I don't give a fuck if their nine or ninety-nine. Life is check it don't mean much. And even though we've never met I hate your guts. Incapable of remorse, fucked in the head or just bored. Humans are such easy prey, and no two victims are ever the same. Putting on the mask and the gloves, hiding a face only a mother could love. Lurking in the shadows evil throughts consume, but when they catch me, I'll tell ‘em “God told me to”. WE Hunt. We Kill. We Bury Humans. Kiss the kids and tell the wife I'm going out to take some lives.


2. CODE BLUE (T.S.O.L.)

I never got along with the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
They'd pile all their problems on my head
I'd rather go out and fuck the dead
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I don't even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They don't scream and they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares