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YIP
01:43
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Skin the calf just like a bushman-s
Blow my brain out through my nose
Shuck my skull like fresh grown corn
Feed buckshot through rows of canines
Loop the noose neck as my ankles
snap the nails from my hand
bite down hard on my own tongue
my eyes roll back and I am done
Blown transistor
Double fister
Sister fucker
Outta lucker
Spit bits of my ribcage, through the remnants of my teeth
Spit bits of my ribcage, through the remnants of my teeth
Spit bits of my ribcage, through the remnants of my teeth
Spit bits of my ribcage, through the remnants of my teeth
Skinned alive, I been skinned alive
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Late Night Bottle-O Run
01:33
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Holy fuck, what’s the time?
Shit fuck shit 11:49
Outta beer, outta goon
C’mon motherfucker, forget your shoes
Panicked late night bottleo run
I’m on a
Panicked late night bottleo run
Panicked late night bottleo run
CUNT
Please tell me ya got the cash
Raid the couch, the secret stash
Lexia, vomit bombs
No I will not keep my calm
Panicked late night bottleo run
Panicked Late night bottleo run
Panicked late night bottleo run
Fuck boys, she’s shut!
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Spiders (on my cock)
02:01
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I cum in my pants
Sacrifice is going on
Can you fuck off please?
Stretching every tendon, lower
Lower!
I just want an angry fuck
Didn’t know you had any feelings
Spiders on my cock
I just want an angry fuck
Didn’t know you had any feelings
Spiders on my cock
I cum in my pants
Sacrifice is going on
Can you fuck off please
Stretching every tendon, lower
Lower!I just want an angry fuck
Didn’t know you had any feelings
Spiders on my cock
I just want an angry fuck
Didn’t know you had any feelings
Spiders on my cock
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Juxtaposition
02:42
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Robin red breast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage
Dog starved at his masters gate
Predicts the ruin of the state
Each outcry of the hunted hare
Fibre from the brain does tear
Game cock clipped armed to fight
Does the rising sun affright
He who the axe to wrath has moved
Shall never be a woman loved
Horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood
Lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butchers knife
Kill not the moth nor butterfly
For the last judgement draw nigh
(TANTRUM)
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Does she like fighting more than beer? X 8
Not too fond of me
Not too fond of people
Likes to smash their faces
Likes to hang with Bill
Not a big fan of other races
Likes to spit at the sun
Kicks and screams like a child
She destroyed my bathroom tiles
She drank all my beer
Slit my throat from ear to ear
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
She’s a horse
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Pond Scum
00:47
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Pond scum knocking at the window x 12
Cunt x 1
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7. |
Blame
01:47
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A woman walks home alone
You get the urge, not her fault
Had a skinful? Not an excuse
No means no means no fuck off
Got her new dress on, happy and free
Guess what, not her fault
Get it through ya neanderthaline skull
No means no means no fuck off
I was stood on an inner city balcony
As I was staring at the lone person below
She was on the phone to a friend
She was terrified
She was cryin’
Gutters overflowing in the Melbourne rain
She begged her friend to stay on the line
Please stay on the line
She was scared for her life
She didn’t wanna die
She just wanna get home
She doesn’t deserve to feel like that
It’s not her fault
Women are killed on our streets
How many women dead in 2018
75% knew the attacker
Loved one, shoulda known better
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Born with red, fucked eyes
I turn ‘em inside
Permanent ire
Self loathing oozing
With my brain out through my nostrils
Split my skull and fuck the sockets
How the fuck did I get home?
Looks like I fucked yet another phone
Much rather be alone
But that I’ll swallowLeave my hovel
So what if I make a cunt of my self?
I don’t give a shit, never will
How’d my knuckles get like this?
Fucken make myself so sick
Look myself in the mirror
Smash it up
Or myself with fervour
Mash my guts up against the bottle
Get a grip
Tie the rope
Kick the throttle
Depression follows anxiety, anxiety follows depression
Depression follows anxiety, anxiety follows depression
Flatline
Human landmine X2
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9. |
Disco Biccy Test Kit
02:53
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Someone takes a fatal pill
At this cheery festival
‘nother young life on the line
You know who can save their lives
Can’t stop the youth from acting up
You out of touch conservative fuck
Rather take a tested biccy
Than let my parents bury me
(Alcoholic Tantrum)
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Rattleback Melbourne, Australia
Punk band from Melbourne. Bass, Drums and Vocals.
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