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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
a thin word
process mile union made the snake defiled blue book murder the best you could lessons spite heaven twisted candid photos intermixed in sitting backdoor mud realized dirty corners of the mind whistler's father figure heads sitting in eye and wasted pick yourself up off the floor shaken angel taken home clicking heels gold brick road no place like home it seems now together shadow rithing you world comes crashing down rain - the gasping now rain - the melting snow rain - cold image much larger than life rain - comes crashing down rain - go pour it on rain - forever you're left with this curse so was it mud cracked corner smile no living out the lie motion vixen man so proud seems so innocent inside seems quite a horror show treated like a child who knows the mascot reveals the worst tilted and hungry suicide...suicide...suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! children went hungry children went hungry suicide living in a dream rain - this is your song (star?) rain - it lingers on rain - your royalty consumed by a vice rain - done acid sound rain - believe it all rain - together you're left with this curse go through the doorway world subjected shrink away from those who see needed wicked garden grows slither down the asphole looking backward of the form as lightshow of your own device back of penny torture matters talking through a mere the says it all finger asphole love finger asphole [x3] love finger the asphole [x2] love finger [x4] rain - the gasping now rain - the melting snow rain - cold image much larger than life rain - comes crashing down rain |
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from Pigface - Clubhead Nonstop Megamix (2004)
a thin word
process mile union made the snake defiled blue book murder the best you could lessons spite heaven twisted candid photos intermixed in sitting backdoor mud realized dirty corners of the mind whistler's father figure heads sitting in eye and wasted pick yourself up off the floor shaken angel taken home clicking heels gold brick road no place like home it seems now together shadow rithing you world comes crashing down rain - the gasping now rain - the melting snow rain - cold image much larger than life rain - comes crashing down rain - go pour it on rain - forever you're left with this curse so was it mud cracked corner smile no living out the lie motion vixen man so proud seems so innocent inside seems quite a horror show treated like a child who knows the mascot reveals the worst tilted and hungry suicide...suicide...suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! suicide! children went hungry children went hungry suicide living in a dream rain - this is your song (star?) rain - it lingers on rain - your royalty consumed by a vice rain - done acid sound rain - believe it all rain - together you're left with this curse go through the doorway world subjected shrink away from those who see needed wicked garden grows slither down the asphole looking backward of the form as lightshow of your own device back of penny torture matters talking through a mere the says it all finger asphole love finger asphole [x3] love finger the asphole [x2] love finger [x4] rain - the gasping now rain - the melting snow rain - cold image much larger than life rain - comes crashing down rain |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
ooooo
within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon i looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear in the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street i walk on down the street to find the park in which i have come from in the park there sits a girl i want to know that girl... sitting in the street, i walk among the souls with no wholes the holes in my soles and a hole in my soul i wish towards the star in a vacant light in out star i walk along the park and in the park i see the girl in the street the street is the girl- the girl is the street she wears no clothes and clothes are no weak i walk towards the street ray gun in my hand... reached between my pocket, i reached into my pocket i wander where she is took her, down on the grass the grass is very brown i heard psychic screams i did nothing- she sits with her legs spread her legs spread like the morgue glassy blue, her lassitude [indecipherable] i wonder where it is she sits there... wondering, wandering what happened to our heart? aaahhhh it decides, i walk towards her i sit there involved my hands are in my pocket my pocket and my lassitude, lassitude from my pocket the cash inbetween us, there sits a wall a wall i escaped from i wonder can i get through this wall?... is this the world? is this world we have escaped to? she sits a street corner with her glassy blue eyes i wonder where she's been? i wonder who she's fucked? who's she fucked? i wonder where she's been? it turns me on this is a vacant lot, i see her walking , the stars i reached towards the souls, of dead Frankenstein this isn't what i wanted to be used for i went towards the glassy view i reached between her legs i grasp her heart, heart in my hand i stick my, stick my, stick my into her, into her reaching toward the sky, the stars fall the soles in my shoe, the soul's in my shoe is this a vacant? is this a vacant lot? heart in my hand Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted, darkness souls on my feet ooww ow oho ooh livid inside her inside her i looked toward the street and walked down with my shoes on my feet the holes in my soles the stars in the sky, i can't reach |
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from Pigface - Easy Listening (2005)
This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core. This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below the steel-belted skies. This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards, sightless and colourless, moving by program alone.
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's how you know this is a major nexus. Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage. This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again. The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static coloured the same way every day, all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture, keening with sirens and shouting alarms. This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and plastic and flotsam. This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above, outlined in chalk from below. Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences. The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead. Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe. We've burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering, shivering activity. Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion. Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow, the hissing of their decompression keeps me awake at night. It's the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world. It's the vibration of information in quantum growth. It's the sound of thought reaching light speed. It's the loneliest sound I've ever heard. |
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from Pigface - Clubhead Nonstop Megamix (2004)
There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great One, two, fuck you There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho bitch The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you |
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from Pigface - 8 Bit Head: Complete Remix Of Easy Listening + Other Stuff (2004)
There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great One, two, fuck you There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho bitch The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you |
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from Pigface - Easy Listening (2005)
There's something about the way we fit
There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho trip There's something about the way we groove Something's got me and I just can't seem to choose I want you But I hate you The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great One, two, fuck you There's something about the way we fit There's something about this psycho bitch The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great The one I love I hate But the sex is great I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you You know I love to hate you |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
blood and sand [x4]
what world filled with black and which point of collapse becall you crystal gazers becall you philostines water melting decayed and angry collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... what i can't runs[pulls] my fingers from the burning metal sign is this the only way to say a prayer? are your's the only eyes that stare? what world filled with black instead of sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...sedatives... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... blood and sand [x8] |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
blood and sand [x4]
what world filled with black and which point of collapse becall you crystal gazers becall you philostines water melting decayed and angry collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... what i can't runs[pulls] my fingers from the burning metal sign is this the only way to say a prayer? are your's the only eyes that stare? what world filled with black instead of sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...sedatives... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... blood and sand [x8] |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
I feel like burning this town
This fear is bringing me down I feel like breaking this town This fear is burning me now [you want to come get some?] How can you live with this shit going on? I feel like burning this town My fear is walking around How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) To be there is all I can do Just one care is all I can find I open my heart just to say The mountain of rock *?* too How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) When I say I love you I know that I lie But I feel so good to scream it out loud At least I try This fear this fear is burning me now [x4] My fear is walking around How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) |
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from Dr. Speedlove Presents Vol.2 (2000)
I feel like burning this town
This fear is bringing me down I feel like breaking this town This fear is burning me now [you want to come get some?] How can you live with this shit going on? I feel like burning this town My fear is walking around How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) To be there is all I can do Just one care is all I can find I open my heart just to say The mountain of rock *?* too How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) When I say I love you I know that I lie But I feel so good to scream it out loud At least I try This fear this fear is burning me now [x4] My fear is walking around How can you lay low? (?) How can you lay low? (?) |
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from Pigface - Washingmachine Mouth (1993)
An open mind imagination knows no bounds
Think it out in cheap and twisted times Double trouble, you're raisin' the flag again Careful, give that cry What matters now, is not who'll take the blame Station to directionless is full of the game Right now, oh where do we begin When all roads lead to sin? There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When you crawl so low that you can't get back You take a gamble, you figure every angle You've gotta top tip bop You find yourself a tight fit There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When you crawl so low that you've gotta get back It's more techno splatter, wake a few fools I'll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules There's a neck wrenchin' like a space Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore I'll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues Techno splatter, wake a few fools Can't get next to you I just wanna hold you Havin' it, havin' it...I'm not having it No way None of it Not at all There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When the light at the end of the tunnel Is an oncoming train |
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from Pigface - Washingmachine Mouth (1993)
An open mind imagination knows no bounds
Think it out in cheap and twisted times Double trouble, you're raisin' the flag again Careful, give that cry What matters now, is not who'll take the blame Station to directionless is full of the game Right now, oh where do we begin When all roads lead to sin? There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When you crawl so low that you can't get back You take a gamble, you figure every angle You've gotta top tip bop You find yourself a tight fit There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When you crawl so low that you've gotta get back It's more techno splatter, wake a few fools I'll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules There's a neck wrenchin' like a space Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore I'll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues Techno splatter, wake a few fools Can't get next to you I just wanna hold you Havin' it, havin' it...I'm not having it No way None of it Not at all There's a neck wrenchin' like a space At the cutting face When the light at the end of the tunnel Is an oncoming train |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
I pulled my teeth to make you watch
Steal your breath and you can catch it Like a red *?* in wet black mud It's just a bad case of bad bad blood Two steps forward it's three steps back A need is a hood with his knife in your back But I wouldn't mind what I've got If I didn't have to scratch that point And I wouldn't mind a head shot If it didn't make so much noise I guess I'm a... Divebomber, minute longer and I wouldn't hit Divebomber, minute longer and I'm going down Divebomber, minute longer and I wouldn't hit Bang bang bomber - minute longer and I hit the ground The time is ticking on Just one minute long Would you make me make me make me a... Divebomber, minute longer and I wouldn't hit Bang bang bomber, minute longer and I'm going down Two steps forward and two steps back And I need is a hood with his knife in the back over... Divebomber, minute longer and i wouldn't hit Bang bang bomber, minute longer and I'm going down |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Can I steal your mind?
Can I crawl down inside? And when I am your child Can I feed in your eye? Can I drink the air in your lungs? And can I breath your sweet thick blood? My love is everywhere My love will never escape I love your body and mind I will never escape My love is everywhere [Repeat: x2] My love will never escape My love is everywhere No it will never escape And can I take out the claw? And steal the fruit in your hair? And throw my body inside? Down where it's dark and it's grey I love you more than you like I love your body and mind I love you more than you like And it will never escape My love is everywhere No it will never escape Our love is everywhere I will never escape |
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from Pigface - Easy Listening (2005)
You need chemistry to get you through the good times
You need love love love to get you through the bad You need things that you put upon your shelf You need praise everyday to make you feel good about yourself You need everything I need you Break my body You need to be cool So you make me so hot You need to make me idiot so you can be not You want to be fragile so I'm easy to break You're all about corrections baby I'm all about mistakes You need everything I need you You need image to put me in the picture You need permanent like you read it in a scripture You don't want to change any description You want same same like like and all the prescriptions You need everything I need you You're all about acceptance I'm all about deny You're all about charbroiled I'm all about fry You need pharmaceuticals To make you feel beautiful You need everything |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Fuck it up, pigface
Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up (x9) Fuck it up...fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up A face of a pig with bloodshot eyes Reminds you of a time when all was fine Murder, crime, stabs in the back when they rob you blind Three to the head, came up with a groove Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up No no no... No no no... No no no... No no no... Fuck it up! Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up Fuck it up! Hey dude Fuck it up! Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up Fuck it up! Fuck it up! Stabs in the back when they rob you blind Three to the head, came up with a groove Fuck it up! Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up, pigface Fuck it up Fuck it up! Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up! This is band that's cool This is a Jim Beam enema Fuck it up! Fuck it up! Fuck it up Fuck it up...fuck it up... Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up! Fuck it up... |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
do you know how i feel when i'm alive?
it's kinda like you giving me sex and you know no one gives me sex [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] hear the breath of death and hear the breath of death called what you are baby doesn't mean i love ya it just means it's what we are remember [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] something that someone said to you when you lived in your house and opened the front door [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] called slightly before but i love ya [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] called me being with ya it's called me being with you [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] and how inept can you be when you're making love [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] read the magazines baby they tell ya what you gotta do and they ya what i gotta do [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] you know what i feel about that? [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] i feel you're a kinda co-conspirator in this world [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] or could it be a rival arrival and as i arrive i feel you getting wet inside you but i don't know why i find you so appealing 'cause you make me feel like i don't exist i'm so...small [mental illness is the road to freedom] x3 [we like to bump...hey we like to bump] x2 [mental illness is the road to freedom] |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
Cowardice muscles turn to torture
The waking time is low Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor It's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web Sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack A many little sisters breed in force field unity Genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor Hey stop I'll take her place, enter due hole And circles celebrated slavery for sake Uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
Cowardice muscles turn to torture
The waking time is low Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor It's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web Sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack A many little sisters breed in force field unity Genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor Hey stop I'll take her place, enter due hole And circles celebrated slavery for sake Uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
I was a codependent alcoholic bitch and then I became
Hold me in your arms I wanna feel your disease Turn the machines on high I sleep better when they scream I sleep better when the TV flips on my list like a screen Whenever I dream it's all magazine It's all magazine [Repeat x5] Magazine [Repeat x5] Dream time time most real of all Luminous faces bodies call Dream times dream times eagle hot Dream time embrace a dot Will so wide feeling wise Rip it up and look inside It feels empty it's just me Dream time [Repeat x3] Dream time magazine Magazine Dream time [Repeat x3] Magazine Satan worshipers and their surviving children |
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from Pigface - Clubhead Nonstop Megamix (2004)
You came to suck my dick little boy
Didn't you know that everyone else Seems to be enjoying themselves My gerenation I've seen the best minds of my generation Running on empty, super-glued to the T.V. Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently... Saying nothing Sleepin' on platforms in train stations Sippin' on chemical cocktails Alive to the universe And dead to the world Hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied Desperate in the pursuit of cool He's in a suit She's in a straightjacket 7-11 nightmares at 3am I've seen the best minds of my generation Caught up in the virtual reality of living Memorizing PIN numbers and secret codes Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms Flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs Scared shitless Witless Clueless Useless Tight fisted Tight lipped Tight assed Half assed Ass licking, coke sniffing Money grubbing, ego jabbin' Sniffling and groveling Moaning and groaning The city's all wrapped up in plastic Like an electronic cocoon If you lay in the street You can hear it humming Filling up slowly from underground If you close your eyes You can observe the blueprints The man-made DNA that spirals Breathlessly out of control As synapses collapse Bridges snap Into a restless Utopia Jesus said Lay down your arms Jesus said Children come home My generation Nutopia |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
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 whole that heats up in between us both... Sent 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... Sent 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... |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
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 whole that heats up in between us both... Sent 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... Sent 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... |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Can you see?
It's coming towards me Can you see? It's heading towards Can you see? It's coming on down from the skies above Can you see...The Lord? He's coming for you and me tommorow He's coming down the steps from heaven to you Ooo...Dear God can you hear my voice as it's calling you tonight Dear Lord can you hear me? Hear me now Waiting just to |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Blood (x7)
Slut (x4) Blood Pain (x8) Blood (x2) Blood Pain (x2) Blood Can't hurt me No you can't... |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
It's up in the middle of something(?)
And I wait my time too much And I tell my *?* to down *?* than life *?* to life I'll tell my *?* to down Sweet...Can't lose it *?* me once in some time And *?* really sad I tell my *?* to down Hey! Down [Repeat: x4] Hey! |
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from Pigface - Clubhead Nonstop Megamix (2004)
It's up in the middle of something(?)
And I wait my time too much And I tell my *?* to down *?* than life *?* to life I'll tell my *?* to down Sweet...Can't lose it *?* me once in some time And *?* really sad I tell my *?* to down Hey! Down [Repeat: x4] Hey! |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
[i'm not sure about most of the lyrics to this one, it shouldn't be too
hard to find the correct ones at a Connelly homepage or something] the sound of secrets and faith falling speared ammended uninvited driving game it falls the bloodshed play stowaways can taunt the air their arms revolving in clockfaced stare fight the force so claimed against your farenheits your bills walked out with the strange surprise cold and fractured against your lies shattered hand britches are underhand destroying asylums on the sand you want to be alive when it happens climb exits fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second while little is known of the courage attacked a ressurection under glass they're scared again the hours are ours in sight a dream any second the watt against the night a dream any second the watt against the night you want to be alive when it happens climb exits fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second for little is known of the courage attacked a ressurection under glass they're scared again the hours are our in sight a dream any second the watt against the night a dream any second the watt against the night you want to be alive when it happens climb exist fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
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 to myself How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck She makes it sweeter than the sun I get to tight, I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my 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? A thousand lips, A thousand tongues A thousand throats, A thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to do terrible things to you How does it feel? |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
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 to myself How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck She makes it sweeter than the sun I get to tight, I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my 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? A thousand lips, A thousand tongues A thousand throats, A thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to do terrible things to you How does it feel? |
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from Pigface - Clubhead Nonstop Megamix (2004)
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
i tend to put them in a state of full attack. You think I'd pet a kitten and it would rub against me But that doesn't ever happen I must be made of sweetmeat. Cause they bite me They try to eat me alive I get so frightened I cry. I want a pet so bad I can just taste it I'd love to walk a dog and not be chased (chased) by it (by it) You think I'd feed a stray dog and it would love me freely But that doesn't ever happen I must be made of sweetmeat Cause they bite me They try to eat me alive I get so frightened I cry Sweetmeat. Sweetmeat. da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da I can't even take a walk in the great outdoors Cause suddenly I'm being chased by wild boars. Squirrels hit me with their nuts. Raccoons sit there hissing, The deer they take turns kicking. The rabbits try to maul me. The snakes are lisping, lieing, They're tying me down(x5) They wrap them selves around my legs They poison me They agonize me ??? I'm made of meat. And I am sweet. |
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from Pigface - Easy Listening (2005)
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
i tend to put them in a state of full attack. You think I'd pet a kitten and it would rub against me But that doesn't ever happen I must be made of sweetmeat. Cause they bite me They try to eat me alive I get so frightened I cry. I want a pet so bad I can just taste it I'd love to walk a dog and not be chased (chased) by it (by it) You think I'd feed a stray dog and it would love me freely But that doesn't ever happen I must be made of sweetmeat Cause they bite me They try to eat me alive I get so frightened I cry Sweetmeat. Sweetmeat. da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da I can't even take a walk in the great outdoors Cause suddenly I'm being chased by wild boars. Squirrels hit me with their nuts. Raccoons sit there hissing, The deer they take turns kicking. The rabbits try to maul me. The snakes are lisping, lieing, They're tying me down(x5) They wrap them selves around my legs They poison me They agonize me ??? I'm made of meat. And I am sweet. |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
T.F.W.O. (x3)
totally fucking weirded out treason trapping animal hide in the vision of paradise two explains your head deranged time spun web deluded of life wicked black witch lady localize inteligensia go write a book and cry in it face it lost that look survivals hard enough fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire patience sun the lord looks over who covers in the watchtower freeze arm scraping inches the vein blind distracted the worshipping metal point a scraping hole forever breaking in out temper test bottom so vile fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire T.F.W.O. T.F.W.O. totally fucking weirded out T.F.W.O. (x3) ...weirded out fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire fading higher why you liar? it made inside my brain i don't remember fading higher why you liar? T.F.W.O. (x9) F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F... F....F....F....F....F.... |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
the pig...face...no bones about'er
a big master*?*...bring ugly woman and girls... she's so great...she *?*... ugly woman...pigface...come standing upright...*?* big master*?* above my head... big ugly woman...well she's jealous... i'm alive...goddamn alive...she cares... pigface...she see them cry...*?* ahh...to take from my lawn(loins?)... |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
Got the tapeworm
Got the tapeworm, I want out Against a razor, sharp and a-coming The spitting image Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Ash covered eyes, a gut reaction Slowly brings, decides the fiction Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your face... Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? The eyes...simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your, face... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Is in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face In your face...is in your face...in your face...in your face Dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800... Dial 1-800-worm...dial 1-800-tapeworm...dial 1-800...dial 1-800-fuck... It's in the business...tapeworm |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
Got the tapeworm
Got the tapeworm, I want out Against a razor, sharp and a-coming The spitting image Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Ash covered eyes, a gut reaction Slowly brings, decides the fiction Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your face... Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? The eyes...simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your, face... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Is in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face In your face...is in your face...in your face...in your face Dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800... Dial 1-800-worm...dial 1-800-tapeworm...dial 1-800...dial 1-800-fuck... It's in the business...tapeworm |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy
breakfast in bed, sir? breakfast in bed, sir? ah, no thanks, not today in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest what I don't mind telling you- is completely inedible slop lovingly and habitually prepared and served by the thugs and vagabonds who are the so-called staff of this institution finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs, strawberry jam... mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom and dull yellow at the top my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fuckin kettle without burnin the water inside When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes, a whole different deck of cards... scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about in a foul yellow liquid- I wonder where that came from? I would like to put forth my theory, my own inside story, if you will, you wanted to know what I think? I think that every morning as we sleep our beloved kitchen staff gathers around the scrambled eggs like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on an institutional chair, opens the fly of his institutional trousers, pulls out his institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast. HA HA HA! they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care? half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor, or worse still, at each other... |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
when i roam i come
ugly hole the pigface...pigface...pigface... no bones about'er i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!] and leave when i leave oh i come... ugly hole the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave [ugly hole] big ugly woman...pigface...and upright walkin' smell like *?* [x3] big master*?* above my head [no bones about'er] a big master*?* and she came in a big ugly woman and she came in [a big pigface] a big pigface *?* soon optic feet they come and blow (?) soon optic feet they come and blow (?) they can't overcome they can't overcome...[ohhh...ugly hole] ugly hole... no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave ugly woman upright walkin' smell like book-burnin'(?) |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Verse:
I knew I'd be alone when I caught you Creeping through my mind Alone with all my fear The pressure building in my head I saw you lying there Oh, I made a mess of mine And all those around Think you're so damn cool You're so damn cool. Chorus: Don't think about it Addiction User or Loser Don't think about it Salvation User or Loser Mind Abuser Interlude: I'm thinking clearly... I'm thinking clearly... I'm thinking clearly... I'm thinking clearly... And now I don't know Martin's Speech: Think- Don't be fooled Be Humble Be Religious Salvation! Think very hard about your future- And your Life Carefully write it down on a large Piece of Paper And Flush it down the toilet. |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
Cathy: Hi, my name is Cathy and I'd like to welcome you to the Psychic
Advisor Martin: Hi Cathy C: Can I get your first name? M: Yeah, this is Martin C: Martin? M: Yeah C: OK, Martin, is there a particular area you would like to talk about tonight? M: Yes, music C: OK, When you feel comfortable with your thoughts in question would you tell me to stop shuffling my cards M: OK C: OK, would you like me to cut them or let them fall? M: Ohh...Let's cut them C: OK, so where do you live right now Martin? M: I'm in Chicago C: OK, OK Martin, the justice card is sitting in the significator. OK? Now this is telling me that I do feel that some of those people that you are involved with or that surround you, they don't, in the future, might be such good alliances or scissors(?) or partners or, or what have you. M: OK C: The lines of disception going on, there may be some drug using going on, that maybe you're not aware of. M: Wha...Wha..What's happening?! C: That these people are reversed, so that means, there intensions are not that good. They're not good partners, they're not good alliances, OK? I feel you would do better on your own M: OK C: Now can you relate to that? M: Yes I can C: OK, You know because it shows as the advice card that you need to lay away a lot of the old so that the new can come in. Things just aren't clicking the right way here. Which is you know? M: OK C: Uhm...next month, it shows some lines of disception going on here. M: Oh great! C: Well Martin, while you're making extrordinary efforts to pull things together, y'know, it just shows that there's this heavy bondage there and I'm not talking about a good bondage, y'know M: OK C: With that, and it's with that devil it does show that line, that disception, y'know going on. Maybe even some false accusation M: Ca--Do you have an idea of a direction of what could be next? C: Ohh... |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
*?*...no while hey baby won't you come back to me now hey baby won't you come back...to me now a daydream, it's only cooked my soul watching the game, watching you go always...time to explain always the same, time to explain wishing the world warning to it is this no way? all waiting the game promised lays is this the same? watch it all not a game, watch the walls... watch the walls...watch the walls...watch the walls... it's pigface...it's pigface with it...pigface with this server(?) this illusion...pigface is.... we've all been hung, no way out this plot...plot...plot...plot... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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from Pigface - Gub (1990)
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] |
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from Pigface - Welcome To Mexico... Asshole (Live) (1991)
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] |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
You have to get the concensus of the public
But you have not gotten the concesus of the public Your music is rubbage, it's garbage it's garbage |
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from Pigface - Notes From Thee Underground (1994)
for 23 years we've told you to beware
to be aware before awake your freedoms are being eroded [x2] your needs blocked [x2] your freedoms are being eroded your needs blocked your sexuality legislated your dreams your right to dreams, stolen [stolen! stolen! stolen! stolen!] you are being criminalized you are being reposesed your being digitized for ease ov location your breath thee breath ov youth is being polluted [provication! [x4]] your own you own your very own your own you own your brains are being polluted, poisoned, and fragmented by fear not your fear [x3] your own you own [x10] you only run free as ov this day you do not have the right to socialize your own you own [i lost count, i'd say 30] or criticise, or analyse, or fantasise, or politicise, or publisice or subsidise, or visualise, or conceptualise, or realise anything! |
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