Cynicism Management - Tit
- LYRICS -
ANOTHER PLACE ANOTHER TIME
Incomplete
A fading vision
I still roam this darkened city
Altered and disguised
Stranger streets
With every season
As I sit there unperceived
And ponder our demise
Turned the tides
And wasted many months of
Slipping grips on what we thought
That some day might become
Something has gone
And hastened by while I
Returned time after time
To glimpse the things undone
(CH:)
Another place another time
Oh we used to be whole
Another place another time
Oh we used to be whole
All those long lost
Trains of thought end up
Derailed as I blend finally
With shadows you can't see
There I remain
A distant grain of memory
An epitaph a footnote
Signed yours respectfully
(CH:) 2x
BAD BAD BOY
(CH:)
I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
All the wants that I may have
Tremble at my mother's stare
I implore her to desist
This thing she does
I've been watching her grow old
Never penetrated, cold
I have never even grasped
The sin
I've been a bad bad boy
Got little hamster legs in my secret drawer
Therefore I hide till I can hide no more
I've been a bad bad boy
I have her visit my mind
Make her my own whore
Therefore I loathe
Till I can loathe no more
(CH:)
I grow older she grows old
I've been hiding things untold
It's been years and I am
Unrepentant
But she steals the cellar key
I make her stay eternally
Now I love her quietly
She's watching
I've been a bad bad boy
My little hamster legs I carry in my pockets
I no longer run 'cause I can run no more
I've been a bad bad boy
Those children's shoes
In my cellar locker
They're all just for you
So you can love me too
Bad bad boy
FOUR-CIRCLE PENILE SUBSTITUTE
Such display of sound and vision
I've got what it takes
No indecision
I don't make mistakes
I own highways roads and side streets
Alleys know my name
With utter precision
I'm driving them insane
I'm the smartest smoothest best
Way above you and all the rest
I stop for no one
I am like the wind possessed
Every day I rub and polish
That which makes me me
All I can wish for
And everyone can see
(CH:)
All my life I wanted these four circles
Greeting me each day, greeting me each day
All my life I wanted these four circles
Taking me away, taking me away
Then one day some stupid cunt
Dares to make me swerve
I stop for no one
Damn she's got some nerve
Then the circles of my life
Get stamped into my head
Now I'm the greatest
Even though I'm dead
(CH:)
HERBAL HAZE
Welcome dear tainted dawn
Are you to stay here long?
I plan to stay away
From your big brother day
Hello my trusted friend
Ready to make amends?
I'm yearning for your touch
Why cope with drudgery much?
(CH:)
And while I listen to them breathing
I want to see them fast receding
Longing for its touch
I know I don't want too much
Lead the day
And get sick get sick of it
Speed the day
There's much so much of it
Free the day
Roll it up and shrug it off
Heed your way
Feel it calling
(CH:)
Herbal haze became my face
Herbal haze became my face
INIQUITY
Put me up and put me down
Mercy fuck me then turn around
Ready-made as I serve any whim
Then I'm disassembled
Limb from limb
(CH:)
Sometimes when I snap
I turn on you
You cross the line
I cross it too
I feel disdain
You feel the pain
Again
I've been had you took the piss
But made me feel I have been amiss
I'll just leave you to bleed to death
And you'll thank me as you
Gasp for breath
(CH:)
You are lying
So I keep prying
I swear
I will hunt you down
Won't make a sound
Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity
Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity
(CH:)
You are lying
So I keep prying
I swear
I will hunt you down
Won't make a sound
Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity
Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity
This might be iniquity
This might be iniquity
LIFE MALIGNANT
Every day and every weeknight
I get more cancerous
Each endeavour every stage fright
Gets me cancerous
Every weeknight
Every stage fright
Every time I close my eyes
I get more cancerous
Sometimes I get caught by surprise
And get more cancerous
Every weeknight
Is the same plight
(CH:) 2x
Sleeping pills say let go
But reason murmurs don't know
It's out there stalking me
And it wants me cancerous
I'm complaining whining pining
Pondering this curse
But I go on, although declining
Shitting long-shat turds
Every weeknight
Everyday plight
(CH:) 2x
RIGHT HUMPSTER
(CH:)
Right, Humpster!
Do your nasty thing!
Be what you are!
Let the frolicking begin!
Right, Humpster!
Do your nasty thing!
Be what you are!
Let the frolicking begin!
Her bulging eyes at three a.m.
I really wish I'd give a damn
My eyelids kiss
My upper lip
Indeed this is a vile routine
(CH:) 2x
She's watery eyed like frogs in heat
Ignoring me, my every plead
When bonecrumbed dump
Spills everywhere
Repugnant, yes! But it's the end
(CH:)
Right, right, right
Right
Right, Humpster
Right
Right, Humpster
Right, right, right, Humpster
(CH:)
THE END OF THE VILEWOOD ROAD
Go to the end of the Vilewood road
Where kids end up as food for foxes
Right to the end of the Vilewood road
Where garbage dreams of metal boxes
Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away
Away
Go to the end of the Vilewood road
Where kids end up as food for foxes
Right to the end of the Vilewood road
Where garbage dreams of metal boxes
Cobwebs peeling your eyes out
As you miss a roundabout
Murders crimes and tyres cut
Titties of your test drive slut
All along those Vilewood lies
Whispered by the cat's corpse eyes
Titties of your test drive slut
Complement her naked butt
Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away
Away away
TIT
Tit tit tit tit
There's a tit every morning
Stalking my TV
And the girl who does the weather
Wears tits for all to see
Then some bitch pretends to sing
In a see through gown
While I fight back stomach acid
Trying to keep it down
(CH:)
But holy crap I've got to see
There's a tit on my TV
I must see
I can't see
All the crap tit sells to me
Tit tit tit tit
Then I go and grab a beer
Promoted by a tit
I've heard beer's good for mother's milk
So I think, well, that's it
Of course the john's adorned with tits
To get me in the mood
If only they were flesh and blood
I'd grab them if I could
(CH:)
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
When they're done with selling
Shit by means of tit
They unveil a juicy butt
I like it, I admit
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
TOURING MY BACKYARD
When I was just a boy I yearned to rock n' roll
But I didn't realize I was living in a hole
Then I grew a tiny bit, my vision kind of cleared
I popped a beer, caressed my cage and never really feared
Now I'm the coolest guy around, the only god with such a sound
I sell my twopence sermons every day
My nails are black my eyes are lined my pants are tight oh I'm so fine
I gloat in dismal dismay and decay
I rented the only touring bus in this god forsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space
(CH:)
Oh wow yippee my gosh and gee
I'm tourin' my backyard
Rolling over my own mower
Bellyfolds o' lard
Mounted mirrors on the walls
My backyard's looking big
I'm bouncing reeling falling over
My excessive concert rig
In the mornings my head hurts, my double visions spin
But I know well that I'm the One so I embrace my sins
My proud dadland needs me to flash her stardom smiles
Distract the nation with pretence, wallow in shit piles
I rented the only touring bus in this god forsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space
(CH:)
From the mountains to the sea
I sing my three-chord symphony
Nameless crowds beneath my feet
Look up at this astounding deed
My hair receding down my spine
But I still make these corpses mine
Dancing deaf to shit I spout
I dread what I have figured out
(CH:)
TV TURNS ON YOU
I can't wait to flush my face
In flickers of the human race
All of this I may despise
But it sustains my dreary life
Need some genuine heartfelt screams
To liven up my stillborn dreams
I need some blood I need some pain
I need to think that I'm still sane
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
TV turned on me
I can almost see now
TV turned on me
I almost see now
I turn it on
'cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
it turns on me
Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I've seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
TV turned on me
I can almost see now
I turn it on
'Cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
It turns on me
Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I've seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there
Omens portend we are failing
Massacred and entrails trailing
Final dead end we are nearing
Pestilence dread disappearing
Poisoned this place killed bystanders
Utter disgrace parasitic
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
Doomed
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight unsuspected
Omens portend we are failing
Utter disgrace parasitic
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Sense that we might have things left there
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
What a relief this can't happen
Ever to me, I just watch some
TV
WHENCE SHE CAME
From whence she came?
It was easy to detect
Wisping pungent air, traces trailing
From whence she came?
Whiffs of heavily lagging scent
Remnants slowly fading
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
From whence she came?
She'd be nice for some action
Short of mental interaction
From whence she came?
She would serve for some blowin'
'Cause a mouthful is a mouth shut
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
When they came when they came
When they came when they came
When they came
They came
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
When they came
I heard a scream through the ceiling
And I nursed a gnawing feeling
That by the time her skin got peeled away
What was left of her was bloody insane
Incomplete
A fading vision
I still roam this darkened city
Altered and disguised
Stranger streets
With every season
As I sit there unperceived
And ponder our demise
Turned the tides
And wasted many months of
Slipping grips on what we thought
That some day might become
Something has gone
And hastened by while I
Returned time after time
To glimpse the things undone
(CH:)
Another place another time
Oh we used to be whole
Another place another time
Oh we used to be whole
All those long lost
Trains of thought end up
Derailed as I blend finally
With shadows you can't see
There I remain
A distant grain of memory
An epitaph a footnote
Signed yours respectfully
(CH:) 2x
BAD BAD BOY
(CH:)
I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
I've been a bad bad boy I've been a bad bad boy
All the wants that I may have
Tremble at my mother's stare
I implore her to desist
This thing she does
I've been watching her grow old
Never penetrated, cold
I have never even grasped
The sin
I've been a bad bad boy
Got little hamster legs in my secret drawer
Therefore I hide till I can hide no more
I've been a bad bad boy
I have her visit my mind
Make her my own whore
Therefore I loathe
Till I can loathe no more
(CH:)
I grow older she grows old
I've been hiding things untold
It's been years and I am
Unrepentant
But she steals the cellar key
I make her stay eternally
Now I love her quietly
She's watching
I've been a bad bad boy
My little hamster legs I carry in my pockets
I no longer run 'cause I can run no more
I've been a bad bad boy
Those children's shoes
In my cellar locker
They're all just for you
So you can love me too
Bad bad boy
FOUR-CIRCLE PENILE SUBSTITUTE
Such display of sound and vision
I've got what it takes
No indecision
I don't make mistakes
I own highways roads and side streets
Alleys know my name
With utter precision
I'm driving them insane
I'm the smartest smoothest best
Way above you and all the rest
I stop for no one
I am like the wind possessed
Every day I rub and polish
That which makes me me
All I can wish for
And everyone can see
(CH:)
All my life I wanted these four circles
Greeting me each day, greeting me each day
All my life I wanted these four circles
Taking me away, taking me away
Then one day some stupid cunt
Dares to make me swerve
I stop for no one
Damn she's got some nerve
Then the circles of my life
Get stamped into my head
Now I'm the greatest
Even though I'm dead
(CH:)
HERBAL HAZE
Welcome dear tainted dawn
Are you to stay here long?
I plan to stay away
From your big brother day
Hello my trusted friend
Ready to make amends?
I'm yearning for your touch
Why cope with drudgery much?
(CH:)
And while I listen to them breathing
I want to see them fast receding
Longing for its touch
I know I don't want too much
Lead the day
And get sick get sick of it
Speed the day
There's much so much of it
Free the day
Roll it up and shrug it off
Heed your way
Feel it calling
(CH:)
Herbal haze became my face
Herbal haze became my face
INIQUITY
Put me up and put me down
Mercy fuck me then turn around
Ready-made as I serve any whim
Then I'm disassembled
Limb from limb
(CH:)
Sometimes when I snap
I turn on you
You cross the line
I cross it too
I feel disdain
You feel the pain
Again
I've been had you took the piss
But made me feel I have been amiss
I'll just leave you to bleed to death
And you'll thank me as you
Gasp for breath
(CH:)
You are lying
So I keep prying
I swear
I will hunt you down
Won't make a sound
Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity
Abruptly I can see this might be iniquity
(CH:)
You are lying
So I keep prying
I swear
I will hunt you down
Won't make a sound
Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity
Maybe we could all agree that this might truly be iniquity
This might be iniquity
This might be iniquity
LIFE MALIGNANT
Every day and every weeknight
I get more cancerous
Each endeavour every stage fright
Gets me cancerous
Every weeknight
Every stage fright
Every time I close my eyes
I get more cancerous
Sometimes I get caught by surprise
And get more cancerous
Every weeknight
Is the same plight
(CH:) 2x
Sleeping pills say let go
But reason murmurs don't know
It's out there stalking me
And it wants me cancerous
I'm complaining whining pining
Pondering this curse
But I go on, although declining
Shitting long-shat turds
Every weeknight
Everyday plight
(CH:) 2x
RIGHT HUMPSTER
(CH:)
Right, Humpster!
Do your nasty thing!
Be what you are!
Let the frolicking begin!
Right, Humpster!
Do your nasty thing!
Be what you are!
Let the frolicking begin!
Her bulging eyes at three a.m.
I really wish I'd give a damn
My eyelids kiss
My upper lip
Indeed this is a vile routine
(CH:) 2x
She's watery eyed like frogs in heat
Ignoring me, my every plead
When bonecrumbed dump
Spills everywhere
Repugnant, yes! But it's the end
(CH:)
Right, right, right
Right
Right, Humpster
Right
Right, Humpster
Right, right, right, Humpster
(CH:)
THE END OF THE VILEWOOD ROAD
Go to the end of the Vilewood road
Where kids end up as food for foxes
Right to the end of the Vilewood road
Where garbage dreams of metal boxes
Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away
Away
Go to the end of the Vilewood road
Where kids end up as food for foxes
Right to the end of the Vilewood road
Where garbage dreams of metal boxes
Cobwebs peeling your eyes out
As you miss a roundabout
Murders crimes and tyres cut
Titties of your test drive slut
All along those Vilewood lies
Whispered by the cat's corpse eyes
Titties of your test drive slut
Complement her naked butt
Come to the end of the Vilewood road
Let old knotted pines lure you astray
Here at the end of the Vilewood road
You'll peacefully blow your mind away
Away away
TIT
Tit tit tit tit
There's a tit every morning
Stalking my TV
And the girl who does the weather
Wears tits for all to see
Then some bitch pretends to sing
In a see through gown
While I fight back stomach acid
Trying to keep it down
(CH:)
But holy crap I've got to see
There's a tit on my TV
I must see
I can't see
All the crap tit sells to me
Tit tit tit tit
Then I go and grab a beer
Promoted by a tit
I've heard beer's good for mother's milk
So I think, well, that's it
Of course the john's adorned with tits
To get me in the mood
If only they were flesh and blood
I'd grab them if I could
(CH:)
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
When they're done with selling
Shit by means of tit
They unveil a juicy butt
I like it, I admit
Tit tit tit tit
Tit
TOURING MY BACKYARD
When I was just a boy I yearned to rock n' roll
But I didn't realize I was living in a hole
Then I grew a tiny bit, my vision kind of cleared
I popped a beer, caressed my cage and never really feared
Now I'm the coolest guy around, the only god with such a sound
I sell my twopence sermons every day
My nails are black my eyes are lined my pants are tight oh I'm so fine
I gloat in dismal dismay and decay
I rented the only touring bus in this god forsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space
(CH:)
Oh wow yippee my gosh and gee
I'm tourin' my backyard
Rolling over my own mower
Bellyfolds o' lard
Mounted mirrors on the walls
My backyard's looking big
I'm bouncing reeling falling over
My excessive concert rig
In the mornings my head hurts, my double visions spin
But I know well that I'm the One so I embrace my sins
My proud dadland needs me to flash her stardom smiles
Distract the nation with pretence, wallow in shit piles
I rented the only touring bus in this god forsaken place
And published in every goddamn paper I was touring my own space
(CH:)
From the mountains to the sea
I sing my three-chord symphony
Nameless crowds beneath my feet
Look up at this astounding deed
My hair receding down my spine
But I still make these corpses mine
Dancing deaf to shit I spout
I dread what I have figured out
(CH:)
TV TURNS ON YOU
I can't wait to flush my face
In flickers of the human race
All of this I may despise
But it sustains my dreary life
Need some genuine heartfelt screams
To liven up my stillborn dreams
I need some blood I need some pain
I need to think that I'm still sane
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
TV turned on me
I can almost see now
TV turned on me
I almost see now
I turn it on
'cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
it turns on me
Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I've seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there
I'm so bored, I want more
Need some gore, need some gore
TV turned on me
I can almost see now
I turn it on
'Cause it turns me off
As I cease to be
It turns on me
Madness greed blood screeching tearing
Never subside no retreat no
Shelter inside all because of
Hatred fear wrath I've seen all the
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight murder all the
Sense that we might have left out there
Omens portend we are failing
Massacred and entrails trailing
Final dead end we are nearing
Pestilence dread disappearing
Poisoned this place killed bystanders
Utter disgrace parasitic
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
Doomed
Anger bursts out misdirected
Preachers spread blight unsuspected
Omens portend we are failing
Utter disgrace parasitic
Liars tell lies sold out assholes
Sense that we might have things left there
Malice! We waste good intentions
Straying so far from redemption
What a relief this can't happen
Ever to me, I just watch some
TV
WHENCE SHE CAME
From whence she came?
It was easy to detect
Wisping pungent air, traces trailing
From whence she came?
Whiffs of heavily lagging scent
Remnants slowly fading
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
From whence she came?
She'd be nice for some action
Short of mental interaction
From whence she came?
She would serve for some blowin'
'Cause a mouthful is a mouth shut
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
When they came when they came
When they came when they came
When they came
They came
Like a bitch in heat
All made up flawless painted glossed
Lined groomed tanned and flossed
They always knew
From whence she came
When they came
I heard a scream through the ceiling
And I nursed a gnawing feeling
That by the time her skin got peeled away
What was left of her was bloody insane
