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Too many douches, douchin' around
Too many douches in this Cov underground
Too many douches but however I try
There are just too many douches, I don't understand why
But there are too many douches
Too many douches piling up in a mount,
Too many douches not being held to account.
Hey, Sadogasm, what is the amount?
Well Caitred, so many douches that I can't even count.
And there are too many douches.
Too many douches in every land
Too many douches in this dumb punk rock band
Too many douches in every party
Too many douches and especially me.
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Lovecraftian Monster
03:40
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It is consuming me with no morality
Lust is a Lovecraftian monster
I can’t command it, can’t even understand it
I can’t justify but I want you
Oh, take me down to R’lyeh in the autumn when there’s most rain
I want to be inside you making noises like a ghost train
Amidst the running and the screaming it is you that I’ve been dreaming of
You’re like the colour out of space, you hypnotise me
It lurks in the dark, comes from beyond the stars
Lust is a Lovecraftian monster
My body is the sunken city
Where a monster lurks, eternal and constant
Run and hide with me when the skies start to darken
Light a naphtha lamp in a bedroom in Arkham
My lust, not dormant, is a film by Roger Corman: cheap and nasty
You’re like the colour out of space, you hypnotise me (Mi-Go!)
You hypnotise me, you hypnotise me
Even though you burn my soul to ashes
You don’t need a Necronomicon
You cast a spell on me when you bat your lashes
You hypnotise me, you hypnotise me
Your body is forbidden knowledge
But I need to taste it, to debase it
I don’t care what the effect to my soul is
You hypnotise me.
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Text Sex by Auto-Correct
02:50
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I’ve been thinking of you, girl, since that college work placement
I’ve looked all over town to see where your pretty face went
And baby, now we’ve met, you should bed me on Facebook
-I meant add me. But c’mon girl, don’t give me that chaste look
Girl if you’re not busy then come over to mine
We could watch a DVD and maybe open some wine
And put our hands around each other and make with some kissing
And as we move into the bedroom-
Error! Some text is missing
It’s text sex by auto correct
It says I’ve got nice pecs, but it means, I want sex
It’s text sex by auto correct
It says that I’m dreck but I mean I’m erect
I’ve been trying to get busy round this auto-correction
But it turns ‘throbbing erection’ into ‘police election’
And you’ll really get into it when I’m dangling my bollocks
-I mean, hanging up those pictures. Those rare Jackson Pollocks!
An idle conversation on last night’s TV listings
Can turn into a gruelling chat about fisting
And it turns me into Scrabble when I’m trying to be Shabba
It says “do you like anal”, I meant “do you like Abba?”
It’s text sex by auto correct
I do not have a massive duck, I am not kissing your Next
It’s text sex by auto correct
It says I’ve got nice pecs but I mean I want sex
And while it’s never gonna happen using this HTC
I’m trying to put you into a world of ecstasy
I should get an iPhone 5 and tell Siri
To compose some kind of sexy text for me
But she’s only gonna turn it into something unsavoury
Like ‘vibing sex toy’ turning into ‘wolf from Tex Avery’
I say “Siri, tell her I’m moving to the clitoris”
But she won’t understand and she’ll cast a vote for Boris.
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Asphyxiwank
04:54
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The cord of my dressing gown hangs from my bedroom door
And is rife with possibilities for people who want more
For me, there is no company and nothing on TV
That can compare to this temptation, this desire in front of me
The hotel chambermaid or porter, I do not wish to upset
When they come to find me hanging when they change my pillow set
But their imaginary feelings I can’t render, or protect
I feel the noose around my neck and I’m already erect
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
I’m like that guy out of ‘Kill Bill’, you know, the one with the wild hair
I’m like Michael Hutchence following an argument about child care (well, allegedly)
Some people like to toke, do heroin or coke
I’m just an ordinary bloke who likes to wank while I choke
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
There’s a creaking of the doorframe and a cracking of the woodstain
And a bulging of my neck veins but you know I cannot abstain
‘Cause I know that I won’t croak thanks to a simple tug or choke
The ultimate joke is it’s money shot for old rope
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
Can you explain this fascination, this mental association
Of a form of excitation that requires concentration
Of a type of suffocation linking up with jubilation
Of a form of masturbation that leads to life’s cessation
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
The rope is very tight now and it’s very late at night
And my throat is feeling closed now but I know I’m very close now
But the floor is too far off... I can’t even scream, or cough
And I won’t even get to finish myself off...
And as my vision’s getting blurry I think “at least I’m not a furry”
And if this ejaculation will result in my cremation
Then my daughter, at my funeral, when people come to thank her,
Will simply shrug and say “hey, my father was a wanker”
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
I am what Milosevic and John Thomas had in common- I’m just well hung
Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank, Asphyxiwank, asphyxiwank
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Sellout
02:27
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Working at the hospital, you gotta make some big decisions
Should you tell that girl you love her, or make the first incision
And later you’ll reflect on life with some tortured simile
Which is how a flower must feel when it’s been visited by a bee
And there’s only one thing to help you when you’ve got this far
It’s the sound of some dude whining on acoustic guitar
I’m a sell out, yeah, with my crappy jingles
Just a sell out, yes I am, with my overrated singles
I play G, down to A minor, and then key change to D
I’m a sellout, yeah, that’s me
Maybe I’ll bring my guitar round to your house party
Play my songs in your garden while all the girls say “wow, he’s arty!”
The guys might think that I’m a dork but you know that they’re just jealous
That I make twice as much money as any of those other fellas
And as my songs advertise DFS or Phones 4 U
You might not like it but the advertisers do
I’m a sell out, yeah, with my crappy jingles
Just a sell out, yes I am, with my overrated singles
I play G, down to A minor, and then key change to D
I’m a sellout, yeah, that’s me
And this is the quiet part where I am singing on my own
For that part in ‘Dawson’s Creek’ where he says he likes Katie Holmes
Or was she in ‘Party of Five’? No wait, that was Jennifer Love Hewitt
Anyway, the scene fades out before you get to watch them do it
And as the credits roll you’ll hear my crappy single play
The guys all hate it, but they’ll buy it “for their girlfriends” anyway
I’m a sell out, yeah, with my crappy jingles
Just a sell out, yes I am, with my overrated singles
I play G, down to A minor, and then key change to D
I’m a sellout, yeah, that’s me
I’m a sellout, yeah, that’s me
I’m a sellout, yeah, that’s me
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