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SMUT
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War is slop in the trough
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Punk, Metal, Rock
Three guys that actually hate each other but believe in one thing...what true Punk Rock is! We would say fast, short songs with true lyrical content and a no-nonsense attitude. It should upset the right people in the wrong way and never cause humans to dance happily! We believe in cleanliness, no religion, pro-choice and absolute positive negativity....truth that hurts! MILKPIG record all the tracks at separate times in the studio being careful not to come in contact with one another too often. Respect for the other's playing ability is the only thing that allows these three guys to remain a recording project.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Punk
Charts
Peak #348
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Boris
Rights
2011 Death To Pigs
Uploaded
August 16, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 3:38
Lyrics
SMUT Im the wound on a black man’s back…had a master’s in segregation Raped the Indians but we’re giving it back…casino clouds that degradation Im the cancer going global at nine…make you fat in the belly, make you lazy in time Gotta, consultation for the image we need…fabricate all we steal, spread the AIDS that we bleed And I hate myself…as the white collar SWINE suck the titties they milk Im a joke inside myself…smear the stars and the stripes with the finger of filth Moral castration…of high end design Soaked with menstruation…a trail for the blind Cell phone abortions and chat room disguise Consumers conspiracy the plagued riddled flies Im the trailer park trashed out of town…community wide constipation Inner-city public housing me down…fill the forms of interpretation Now the mayor can explain it with charts how the children from an income will progress from the start…and the, lower class still confined in a box… Serve your burgers and the fries…shackled chains…keys and locks And I hate this lie…the cliques in the system polish hooves of the SWINE Motherf*** this lie…land of the free constructed flaws by design Holes penetration…the thick skin decays Lost admiration…the sheep left to graze Mixed alterations…the class war divides Flat line democracy…and bedtime for pride Im the mule pulling carts for the man…trained in fear desperate obligation These wages all part of the plan…connect the dots through evaluation Im a test tube filtered to fail…population control through the food that’s on sale Im a lab rat in a cage made of cash…Im the target of reason for the planes that you crash And I hate yourself…just a piece in the puzzle of your laceration Motherf*** yourself…frat boy got power intoxication State of the mind…state of the crime…state of the nation’s address Elections were bought…and nobodys caught…the people are porn to molest S – is for the snakes in the grass that we tread M – is for the murder through the hatred we bred U – stands for underestimating all the lies T – is for the terror screamed from soldiers trained to die
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