Revolting Cocks Album

Hey kids!
You want a soundtrack that's gonna make you feel tense?
Let you express your frustration?
Make ya scared, wanna, wanna run out and buy a gun?
You're looking for another rock'n'roll record that'll make you feel like a victim.
Like a victim - you love to be a victim.
You love the United States prime time victim show.
Hey, bells, gila copters, machine guns.
Listen to that! Listen to that!
Kill for Allah. Kill for Jesus.

1980s shit - turn it down.
Tone it down

Hey! Listen to me!
All that 1980s shit is over.
Brothers and sisters - we'll turn the volume down.
Brothers and sisters - we're gonna shut down this mechanical stuff,
that makes us feel like victims.
Take those machine guns, and turn 'em down.
Yeah. Turn off those cop shows.
Listen to those gila copters, listen to the sirens.
Makinґ ya feel nervous and angry.
1980s shit - turn it down.
Tone it down.
Now I ask you -
I ask you in quiet tone of voice:
Is the gila copter a machine of pleasure?
Is the gila copter a love machine?
Turn it up.
Silence those church bells.
Fuck the sirens.
Lets have some quiet, quiet silence
Yeah.. Yeah... I wanna hold you close.
You wanna hold someone close.
Hey. We wanna- we wanna feel good!
I wanna make you laugh.
Turn down that victim shit.
Oh yeah. Yeah thats better.
Hey - we wanna look each other in the eye.
We wanna high-five.
We wanna whisper, we wanna whisper sweets things in our ears.
I wanna tremble your earbones.
Open your trembling earbones.
Listen.
Turn that gila copter off baby!
We will not be angry victims no more!
We're gonna- we're gonna say yeah...
Turn it off! Turn it off!
Turn that gila copter down!
We're gonna say yeah. We're gonna say yeah.
We're gonna say yeah. We're gonna make it all work out.
We're gonna have a moment of silence now.

Turn down the machines.
Turn down the gila copter.
Turn down the crime time.
Shut those guns down.
Yeah. Yeah...
Isn't that better?

Nail my soul to the bathroom wall
Kicking and screaming for the ? call
Reinvented through a ?
But yours ? back in ?

Who's the stranger at the basement door
Creepy-crawl crying out "I want more"
When I was little ?, I liked throwing dice
Daddy's little diatribe felt like ice

How so
As the creature's grow
Who's the boss?
Now the creature's lost
Strike trade
? get's made
Back burn
Where's the creature turn

Creep's still playing with a fork and knife
Killing himself to lead a sheltered life
Murder the custom and catholic ?
Looking useless to everyone

Defending that language to the
Locking my door ? so I can breathe
Take me a taste of what you're biting back
Catch your religeon ? paint it black

How so
As the creature's grow
Who's the boss?
Now the creature's lost
Strike trade
? get's made
Back burn
Where's the creature turn?

Hey, did I see you at the sizzler last night?
I never heard of them. Do you have change for a dollar?
No, but I'll bet that dress is real expensive.
Its too cold, and I can't stand salty stuff.
Let me get that for ya baby.
You should speak to my room-mate. She owns two of them.
Ever seen one of these before?
You're shorter than me!
You're shorter than me.

Mr Lucky just hit the street, and he's lookin for something
sweet.
He's gonna steal himself a cop car, cheap ass blow, and a bite
to eat.
"I'm gonna score me a b.p. vest
Pimp my intellect and burn the rest
Cut a few scars in the life story bar
Get a big load off my chest..."

"Don't you know I got two things on my mind.
First one's nothing, second's woman kind!
Introduce me to the fox with goldie locks, and mama bear's behind.
A black cat's crossed your path.
Valentino and psychopath
Claw me in the light of the stars tonight
Drown me in your bath...

With her back against the record machine,
She's a 4am beauty queen
If I throw a six she's mine tonight
Undressed and seventeen
WAIT A MINUTE!
Who's that lucky guy? He's got the devil in his eye
Rings on his fingers and an empty glass and a queen with a big surprise...

Mr Lucky just hit the deck, with the liquor in full effect,
Lend me an ear and a shot and a beer and I'll pay with a third-party check,
Hey, what's the matter with you, man?
You gonna burn me catch as catch can
Throw him a bone and he'll leave you alone
Don't blink he's a lucky man...

Disco! Disco-mystic!

God created both of us
And really wanted life right
You've been lookin' for a life
But you got to get high
You can't help but steal from your family and friends
Our flames grow ignorant
And a means to an end
(End, end, end, end)

Crackin' up!

You rushed right through me
You must destroy yourself to get old
I've got to get one of these trees
Right back to me
Well, it must be the chemistry
The sexual pace of the human race
With dynamite guns and loaded runs


Look at me, I'm high on life
AHHHH!

Crackin up!
Crackin up!
Crackin up!

Well I warned you once, and I warned you twice and the next time
I tell you I ain't gonna be so nice!
You better listen up and you better listen close.
Cuz the world is crackin up just like a broken piece of wood
You got your rats in the desert on an empty piece of sand
Gonna blow each other up for what's under the sand
So you grab a little pipe and it'll take it all away, but the
world's still crackin and ain't nothin gonna change!

Crackin up!
Crackin up!

Wet/hate hands admitted,
and...
Through dead nails,
All splitting sand...

Underneath it's strychnine
Winds that change are never seen,
Beasts that back to the wall and cry,
Best of the hopeless never die.

For gods' sake forget to speak,
Miles of what you've got to eat...

Terminal, the playgroup says,


Off to the side with an average,
Blaming the dolls like heretics,
Apostles or inebriates.

Hold on tight,
We're going to wake,

Laugh to death
For pities sake,

Framed for crimes that are never sold
Lies and secrets never been told,
Look just like the two of us,
Standingat the terminus.

She sits alone, waiting for suggestions.
He so nervous, avoiding all the questions.
His lips are dry, her heart's gently pounding
Don't ya just know exactly what they're thinking?

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!

He's acting shy, lookin for an answer
C'mon honey, let's spend the night together.
Now hold on a minute, before we go much further,
Give me a buck, so I can buy a rubber.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment,
At last he could tell her exactly what his means

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon honey tell me so!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon sugar let me know!

Woof woof!

His heart's beating like a drum, cuz at last he's got this girl home.
Ohhh... Relax baby, now we're all alone.

They wake at dawn, while all the birds are singin.
Two total strangers, but that aint what they're thinking
Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's rainy
They've got eachother, neither one's complaining
He says I'm sorry but I'm out of KY jelly
Never mind sugar, we can catch the early movie

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell meso!

Do or die, it's a rockabye
Come on over mine tonight

Get your filthy hands off my ice cream
Put your filthy mind in my hands
When you open your mouth it's a smokescreen
And nobody understands

And I can see you through my windows
Collecting dirt outside
Spinning in circles with feathers and bones
Diseased and paralyzed

Do or die...

I licked my way to heaven
I broke my arms for worse
I want to go where fever flows
And spiders go to church

Barking up the wrong leg
Spitting at your friends
Your filthy hands forever stained
The rockabye defends

Do or die...

Do or die, it's a rockabye
Roll on over mine tonight

Butcher flower's woman
She did what she could
Nothing beyond
What a good girl would
Did you take the bait?
Oh, woman, did you take that bait?

When you fell like the butchered
Onto slabs wide open
Cut a fresh new life
All that pale blue broken
Did you choke on your fist?
Oh, woman, did you take that bait?

I made an appointment
Do you want to take her
Don't call it by name;
B.U.T.C.H.E.R.
Were you that impressed?
Oh, baby, that makes two of us.

Did you make an appointment?
Were you that impressed?
Did you take what you needed
And kill the rest?

You ought to take a leaf
Out of daddy's book
All blood and petals
Hanging from a meat hook
'Cos she who breathes last
Or not at all
Hounding acrobats
With sabre and tongs
Curse the bastard eyes
With a rag you stole
From a bleeding butcher boy's empty hole

Victims burn in the atmosphere
Breaking our back to get down here
I took a hand on a switcher?
Trying to run, keep your hands off
Noone's better at doin' my work
Make me feel like dirt
You cross the line, took my freak-show
How the hell was I to know

Take the flowers out of night-sticks
Don´t break nothing you can´t fix
Pull the body beneath my face
Probably something you can´t fix
Someone circling someone's eye
Pulled the wings off a butterfly
 ? the handle into reverse
Just like you did it on purpose

Everybody is faceless
Stone cold and stateless
Form? a line to redemption
To re-increase the tension
Grab a gun while they're still hot
Well if you like it or not
Dream a negative dream for me
Adjust a hand over free

Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ and not fried
Finger Licking Good
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
This is porno for your mind, porno for your crotch
It's family entertainment!
E-I-E-I-O
This is actually true stuff folks
We couldn't write anything this crazy
E-I-E-I-O
You're all sickos
You're all sickos
Finger Lickin´ Good (x8)
I want the same stuff
Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ Good
Who's your favorite Cock?
Linger Ficken´ Good
Bill-Bill Reiflin
Linger Ficken´ Good
Paul-Paul Barker
Linger Ficken´ Good
Al-Hypo Luxa
Linger Ficken´ Good
Chris-Chris Connelly!
Linger Ficken´ Good
Luc Van Acker-Luc Van Acker
Linger Ficken´ Good
Name that Cock!

Revco.
Revolting Cocks
Yeah,thats who I work for right now.
Now I must be really hard-up to work for some muthafuckas with a
name for a group like that
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, I know Paul, Paul, yeah
You know but see, yeah, ya'll may know him by other names
Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mmm ton of shit
Sperm bank
I didn't know he had nothing in him
Thought he shot blanks
Shit
On man crime raid ah-ha!
Muthafucka should be in jail
Stupid muthafucka
You know what I'm talkin´ about?
Yeah
Mikey, yeah I know Mikey
Guitar playin' muthafucka
You know, he can't play worth shit as far as I'm concerned
I play better than him
You know and I try to play keyboards
You know
Fuck that guitar playin´ son of a bitch
Can suck my muthafuckin´ dick
Luc? Luc Van Acker?
You know, ya'll might know him by Gumby
You know Gumbelina, Dumbelina
Homo-belina, I don't know what the fuck
Fuck that muthafucka
I can't understand a fuckin word he says
Grandpa Jougenson?
Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson
Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things
Punk ass muthafucka
Hypo Luxa, alien son of a bitch
Buck Satan; Buck-Buck Satan
Buck is a scary muthafucker
Buck
Don't fuck with Buck,
Cuz Buck will fuck you up
Fuck Buck though
Yeah, I know Chris too
You might know him by Scorpio
Fuck scorpio
Pinky I like pinky
Sounds like a little bitch name
Pinky ha ha ha ha
Pink pink pink, pink you stink
I wear pink draws
Stupid muthaf-
Bill Reflin
Yeah I know Bill Reflin
He play drums
Try to play drums
You know, Bill the cat
That´s what you might know him as, Bill the cat
He wears like, you know, nice leather jackets
I'm'a steal one o' them muckafuckin´ jackets from his ass
I'm gonna steal his drums too
Dwayne
I know that muthafucka
He aint shit
[Come from outa the projects]?
No talent ass bastard
Fuck all of 'em
Shit
I'm the only muthafucka with them got some gaddamn talent
Fuck Paul, Grandpa, Mikey, Luc, Dwayne, Bill
Kiss my ass
PUNKS!

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Walkin down the street.
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It's a Revco world...
Today.