Agoraphobic Nosebleed piosenki

Not fit to live anywhere With anyone I'd have any desire Make a career out of apology For a maid's wage, same day hire The commute is hell, the coffee cold If you worked here you'd already be home Half man, half dead, half asleep at the wheel Fuckin' as good...

hang the pope, hang the pope... hang him with this rope let's go to the Vatican get him out of bed put the noose around his neck and hang him 'til he's dead 

You've always had a tampon hanging halfway out your ass you fuckin' motherless cunt. 

Squeezing his white banana blue in your quivering rump. His body lice devour your ass crack. 

The child went on to talk about pooh pooh and pee pee in the mouth. 

Jerking off in meetings with his attorneys Sentenced to death Holy man, supreme being Biological weapons, levitation, drugs Where he was once blind, he can now see Stand down! The eye of Horus is opening Asahara has requested To be fed only pork For his last...

His neck in a noose he hung like strange fruit from the Christmas tree 

The further away from the human race the better I feel. I'd rather starve and live on the edges of nowhere than do anything at all. I don't like to be near them, when someone even brushes against me in a crowd I react. In a crowd I react. Till you open up a ca...

Aum spiritual leader Shoko Asahara ordered the production of the drugs as part of his strategy to control members of the cult. 

words trailing off into banality gripping nonsense the weather sucks I couldn't care less about your fucked up car me throwing up on your nicely pressed suit would make a nice new topic of conversation around the water cooler 

Sleeping at funerals, puking at parades. You need the bullet and the gun. 

If your ass is in this house it's my ass. 

Eucharist bagged like dixie cups. in a Chinese grocery, net to the fucking wontons. a strong pimp hand loosens the fronts and widens the gap. same pliers used in a nose job on another whore. fuck it! I'm fucked up let's do this shit. every person in here is de...

an ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's sword. smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned followers. their corpses explode into heaps of rotted fruit. critical mass-suicide. into the fucking light 

the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we took out our eyes and pretended we could see 

Zorro, Batman, Robin Hood steals at night from alpine stereo uttipy whites to feed his people a hero is coming let him show the way out of the caves to small to shit in onto Gotham City to have our share of drugs and television steal every opportunity 

They will slit the throat of a goat and slit it's bowels open. And you will either have sex with a crucified young girl on a cross or a half rotted corpse. 

Doomed labels all w/the wolverine blues Shepherd their flock of sheep To god city to be forever “Entombed” By lord, savior producer, douche Fuck Kurt Ballou Bring your sound down to clowntown Do you hear what I hear? Your sound is now his sound You’re paying f...

bored tooling around carving stick figures in my arm remembering how things could've been handled better coping with the pain of loss what to do with the remains of the day 

Palillo fuera de su lengueta. Ten-year-old Puerto Rican girl who already fuckin' swallows.