Cover art for vinyl release on Shit Kicka Records has an alternate cover. Original self-released album with another cover art.
Meathook
Gaping hole, spits out waste
Internal system in a mangled disarray
Hanging in the back of a butcher shop
Corpses impaled
Dead cows - meathook
Take Some Drugs
Got out of church today
Thinking about what I'm gonna do
I've got to find something fast and quick
Cause lor
d knows I'm tired of sniffing glue
Calling on my friends, hoping they can help me out
Getting high on the weekend is what it's all about
I wanna take some drugs
I've got to take some drugs
Right now
Scored myself some coke
Gonna snort it with my friends
If I get in trouble
I know I can depend of them
Cruising down the road, and I'm feeling kinda loose
I've got the world by the balls, and this is the life I choose
Alright, the party's over
You give it to them free the first time and the next time
You make them pay
And don't listen to what anyone tells you
Take all you get
Take some drugs
Hell everyone does
And if you don't take drugs
Lord knows you're not with it
Cancer Breath
Cancer causing blackness burns a hole
Through poison lungs
Decay and deposits make me gag
With every breath
Wrinkled faces, smoke filled rooms
Cancer leaf, that seals your tomb
Don't breathe on me with your fucking cancer breath
Everybody Loves the Fish
Everybody loves the fish
They all love the fish
They all love the fish
Oh yeah!
Uncle Walter
Where's Uncle Wally
Brace uncertainty
Prefabricated values
A life style paved of stone
A cycle which comes abruptly to a halt
Regrets, counting pigeons on a bench
Where's Uncle Wally?
Progeria
I know things could be worse than they are
I know I could be deaf or have no arms
I know I could be crippled, burnt or blind
You keep reminding me all the time
But still my well of happenings has seemed
To run dry, and I am still alone
After all of this time
Wanting things to be better
Asking more from life
I want to do all the things I want
Before I have to die
Time is a noose
Tightening around my neck
Each second it gets tighter
And the walls close in around me
Everything I see
But there's nothing for me
In my reality
I cannot function properly
Maggots
They crawl through my trash on a hot summer
They look like spagetti, they're cute and grey
The crawl on my plate and all over my fork
A maggot a day will keep me feeling O.K.
A maggot a day will keep my skin turning grey
Big Small Not at All
My penis is big
My penis is small
Sometimes I look down
I've got no penis at all
Satisfied Daddy
Oh, give it to me
I'm just a satisfied daddy
Oh mama, your so fine
When you give that hot lovin'
Give me some chicken, give me some eggs
And I love you baby
I love your style
I love the kind of clothes you wear
I love the way you comb your hair
Cause you make me feel so satisfied
Sallin Daddy
I'm a sailor man
Doin' all I can
Sail the seven seas
With a bumble bee
In a maple tree
Burnt Beyond Recognition (part II)
I was burned beyond recognition
I was burned
A Friend of the Family
Circles gathered and exchanged some words
Through nothing was something today
A talk of one's times as thought's were passed
Yes I had a fine day
Amidst the confusion they shop the routine
And talk to the people that they meet
A social parasite, as thoughts pour out
I did not think discreetly
Word got out, but a twisted tale
Your mouths are there to remind
Portioned to eager gossip ears
Leave me far behind
A friend of the family
Monitor one's person
Guard with every step
You want to cry, release yourself
But they know that you've just wept
Who, was that person
Ignorance you can see
A reliable, trusted person
Like a friend of the family
The Gift of Life
The gift of life
The product of erection dribble
One mans view of creation
The product of erection dribble
The aftermath of a merging sweat bath
Thus brought unto thee
Terminus
The bipolar sphere encompassed the earth
The misinterpreted vision offset the mode
The dwindled supply could not soothe elapsed distance
Flushed the shame in a pungent bowl
Stagnation limits the choice of selection
The barriers that restrict and prohibit
Limitations which haunt and ultimately destroy
Terminus - remind us of what is left to come
The situation is evaluated
Impulsiveness to further seek the truth
Only to realize it cannot be retrieved
Soon we'll begin the journey
Negativity and blackness
Lured by the instinct to survive
A struggle to gain nothing
Only to receive early silence
Emotional and physical obstacles
A vacuum, a void, swallowed in nothingness
Life does suck
"Joe Connely, where are you know?"
Weathered hands clutching grimy bottles
Soiled garments drape the shabby frames
Equilibrium of the mind offset by time
The distance I travel leads me farther from the truth
There is nothing left but the end
Swallowed up in silence
Terminus reminds us of what is left to come
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Calling on my friends, hoping they can help me out
Getting high on the weekend is what it's all about
I wanna take some drugs
I've got to take some drugs
Right now
Scored myself some coke
Gonna snort it with my friends
If I get in trouble
I know I can depend of them
Cruising down the road, and I'm feeling kinda loose
I've got the world by the balls, and this is the life I choose
Alright, the party's over
You give it to them free the first time and the next time
You make them pay
And don't listen to what anyone tells you
Take all you get
Take some drugs
Hell everyone does
And if you don't take drugs
Lord knows you're not with it
Cancer Breath
Cancer causing blackness burns a hole
Through poison lungs
Decay and deposits make me gag
With every breath
Wrinkled faces, smoke filled rooms
Cancer leaf, that seals your tomb
Don't breathe on me with your fucking cancer breath
Everybody Loves the Fish
Everybody loves the fish
They all love the fish
They all love the fish
Oh yeah!
Uncle Walter
Where's Uncle Wally
Brace uncertainty
Prefabricated values
A life style paved of stone
A cycle which comes abruptly to a halt
Regrets, counting pigeons on a bench
Where's Uncle Wally?
Progeria
I know things could be worse than they are
I know I could be deaf or have no arms
I know I could be crippled, burnt or blind
You keep reminding me all the time
But still my well of happenings has seemed
To run dry, and I am still alone
After all of this time
Wanting things to be better
Asking more from life
I want to do all the things I want
Before I have to die
Time is a noose
Tightening around my neck
Each second it gets tighter
And the walls close in around me
Everything I see
But there's nothing for me
In my reality
I cannot function properly
Maggots
They crawl through my trash on a hot summer
They look like spagetti, they're cute and grey
The crawl on my plate and all over my fork
A maggot a day will keep me feeling O.K.
A maggot a day will keep my skin turning grey
Big Small Not at All
My penis is big
My penis is small
Sometimes I look down
I've got no penis at all
Satisfied Daddy
Oh, give it to me
I'm just a satisfied daddy
Oh mama, your so fine
When you give that hot lovin'
Give me some chicken, give me some eggs
And I love you baby
I love your style
I love the kind of clothes you wear
I love the way you comb your hair
Cause you make me feel so satisfied
Sallin Daddy
I'm a sailor man
Doin' all I can
Sail the seven seas
With a bumble bee
In a maple tree
Burnt Beyond Recognition (part II)
I was burned beyond recognition
I was burned
A Friend of the Family
Circles gathered and exchanged some words
Through nothing was something today
A talk of one's times as thought's were passed
Yes I had a fine day
Amidst the confusion they shop the routine
And talk to the people that they meet
A social parasite, as thoughts pour out
I did not think discreetly
Word got out, but a twisted tale
Your mouths are there to remind
Portioned to eager gossip ears
Leave me far behind
A friend of the family
Monitor one's person
Guard with every step
You want to cry, release yourself
But they know that you've just wept
Who, was that person
Ignorance you can see
A reliable, trusted person
Like a friend of the family
The Gift of Life
The gift of life
The product of erection dribble
One mans view of creation
The product of erection dribble
The aftermath of a merging sweat bath
Thus brought unto thee
Terminus
The bipolar sphere encompassed the earth
The misinterpreted vision offset the mode
The dwindled supply could not soothe elapsed distance
Flushed the shame in a pungent bowl
Stagnation limits the choice of selection
The barriers that restrict and prohibit
Limitations which haunt and ultimately destroy
Terminus - remind us of what is left to come
The situation is evaluated
Impulsiveness to further seek the truth
Only to realize it cannot be retrieved
Soon we'll begin the journey
Negativity and blackness
Lured by the instinct to survive
A struggle to gain nothing
Only to receive early silence
Emotional and physical obstacles
A vacuum, a void, swallowed in nothingness
Life does suck
"Joe Connely, where are you know?"
Weathered hands clutching grimy bottles
Soiled garments drape the shabby frames
Equilibrium of the mind offset by time
The distance I travel leads me farther from the truth
There is nothing left but the end
Swallowed up in silence
Terminus reminds us of what is left to come