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Pigface Album


Truth Will Out (1993)
1993
1.
Can You Feel Pain?
2.
War Ich Nicht Immer Ein Guter Junge?
3.
4.
5.
6.
White Trash Reggae - Pigface In Your Area
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
Jingle Bells
12.
. . .

Can You Feel Pain?

[No lyrics]

. . .

War Ich Nicht Immer Ein Guter Junge?

[No lyrics]

. . .


You only outride the same outside
And be refused by entry, cut down high
You'll be beside yourself
And criminal elements dig
The underground, that stalemate
To thyself, the plane outside...

Forego the frenzy now
It seems the edge is torn and cracked
Licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
In short, the ill will be in dream
And water flow that hole
That heats up inbetween us both...

Scent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere, hangs its hardened head above us on the edge

Scent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere, hangs its hardened heads above us on the edge

. . .


...power!
see the skull the part of bone removed
the masterace frankinstine radio controls
the brain thoughts broadcasting radio
the eyesight television
the frankinstine earphone radio
the threshold brainwash radio
the latest new skull reforming to contain all frankinstine controls
even in thin skulls of white pedigree men
visible frankinstine controls
the synthetic nerve radio productional antennae
*?* for yourself there is no escape
from this worst death being published(?)
i can not hear you
motherfuckers
we will we will rock you
we will we will rock you
we will...rock you
let tucker do the job
we will rock you
yes we will
we will rock you
just for a while
whoo!
don't know why we run around, angry
*?*
the worst of the *?* why are we so insane
what's the reason why we don't care anymore
i think this causes one big fucking war
so a war and i kill my love and dear oh...want more(?)
no problem baby
if i asked you what we see you what we see what we see
and you want you want be
(start of song)
take a look outside because i'm walking on glass
thin ice in the future or a voice from the past
forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
(she goes here, and she goes there, she goes where she may wanna go
wherever she may disappear he could see what he could see but do ya
really really wanna be me? do ya really really wanna be me? ha ha!
ha ha ha ha!)
a many nights before i sang an innocent song (whoo!)
rejoicing in my ignorance i could do no wrong (i can do no wrong)
took a look out side for the first time afraid
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid (i can do no wrong)
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid (i can do no wrong)
i can do no wrong (x8)
so i dragged my emptiness between lie after lie
poured myself another and then i started to cry
shame on you but we best go back where you belong
poured myself another i could do no wrong
i could do no wrong
i can do no wrong (x16)
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong

. . .


you can speak the bigger eves are lies
the silence burns you, you can close your eyes
waiting to be over, to be over
you can beat the bigot man
the sucker of his slaves
undecided, undecided, and injured out of place
to be over to be over to be over
the first time I saw you
your skin was still intact
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
still frozen intact, a stillborn suffers
strangers laugh out loud
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
too much time is weightless
sentiment is weightless
still grown to the ears, a stillborn suffers
strangers laugh out loud
the shore caressed you
in violent face, in cruciform for saints
too much time is weightless
sentiment is weightless
too much time is weightless [x3]

. . .

White Trash Reggae - Pigface In Your Area

[No lyrics]

. . .


(clueless here, if anybody knows these unintelligible german growlings and
snarlings, please let me know)

. . .


Hips
Tits
Lips
Power!

I didn't want a bull in China
I didn't want to fall in love
Let me give you broken pieces
Hand in gloves

I want to give you it now
I want to give you some broken pieces
Wanna give you it now
Hand in glove

I want to give you it now
Uh uh uh uh broken pieces
Wanna give you it now
Valentine...
Twisted, tied
Seeded valentine
Twisted, broken pieces
Twisted valentine

Power
I need it every hour

Valentine
Heart in mouth

. . .


Seven words and just one riff!
(Repeat)
?It's the only one we've got, we know it's hot?
Seven words and just one riff

. . .


oh my heaven's to fucking betsy now
what...what is going on here?
what what what what...what?
william! william!
dude, i'm so there...dude dude dude dude
so...so there so there so there so there so there so there
dude dude dude
shut the fuck up!
(start of song)
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
die...die die die (x8)
die...die
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
it's always the same } (x4)
and it's always different }
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
(end of song)
now then you've got one more chance
no no you're getting nothing else
you can all fuck off...unless you sing along
shh shh shh shh shh
dream on baby
guys guys guys guys dudes dudes dudes
it's a call...how 'bout we do a skinny pupy songs
no no no
this is a very early skinny puppy song
it's called...jingle bells
(start of song)
jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh HEY!
jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
(end of song)
and now a special new member of pigface...
mr. bill clinton
my fellow americans
we've reached a point in history where
it's time for punk rockers like us to stand up
to stand up...take a stand against
hipocracy...the fowl deads done in the music industry
upon you...you...the public, you...the kids
a vote for me is a vote for...abba...fleetwood mac
no one eats pussy like bill
you guys you dudes and dudettes
what is going on you're so intense so intense
you're wrong you have to share the cigarette
you're wrong i just made it up like 5 seconds ago
there's a prime evil beast injuring the heart of america
dude what in the world...what in the world is going on here?
people were just standing there on stage wandering around
that's not my idea of music
that's not what i paid $12 to see
i mean it's not the show
it's not my idea of a rock show
people were just wandering around
i fucking earn my money and i like if i'm gonna pay my money
to see a show i don't want to see people wandering around
drinking beer
i got a much better reception on the arsenio show
i'll see you fuck you i'm in here for four years now
i can do what the fuck i want
four more years!
(inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale!)
i never exhaled...
guys...dudes...you guys are way too fucking cool
hey if you don't respect the man at least respect the office

. . .

Jingle Bells

[No lyrics]

. . .


There is no god up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see, now I am blind

Don't want the dreams you try to sell
This disease, I give it to myself
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

She makes it sweeter than the sun
It gets too tight, I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh

Runs up my arm 'til I'm on track
Itches the skin right off my back
I'll heal your wounds
I'll set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy

How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

. . .


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