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Head / Pure
Album - 18 march 1991 - Debaser id 59314

By The Jesus Lizard

Hey shitmouth
I love you
hey shitmouth
I love you
a number of years
have passed between our
legs
taste your buttery muffin
hey shitmouth!

I've never known anyone who bent so much to me
I never
I've never known anyone who bent so much to me
I never

When you smile
I can smell your breath
I see the shit
on your teeth

man, I'd love to catch ya
if you had lips I'd kiss ya
I pray the Lord to curse ya

hey shitmouth
I love you
will you bury me?

Ancient man - he needed
Ancient man - he had it
Man, I'd love to catch ya
If you had lips I'd kiss ya
Pray the Lord to curse ya
Now we two lay together
Will ya bury me?
Will ya bury me?
Will ya bury me?
Your rating:
What do we owe this extreme pleasure to?
Your presence is so very appreciated
Let us now drop to our knees in praise
and lick from between the toes of your feet
may we rest
with the weight of your fresh steamin' shit
on our backs
on our backs
and lick from between the toes of your feet
asking forgiveness
for things we do naturally
lead us to the river
and pollute us
bleed us and dilute us
until we are clean and dry
(How can your love be repaid?)
lick etc.
Your rating:
Harry's old man has been away
but now he's back - got home today
It brings me down to see him here
peculiar guy he's kinda queer
Harry's mom is really pissed
she can't recall when last they kissed
she knows he's weird - what he's been doin'
Men and women he's been screwin'

Harry knew something should be done
Harry knew something should be done
Harry knew something should be done
Harry knew and Harry did it!

Weeks ago right after school
Harry found dad nude in the pool
The maid was there giving him head
and Harry wanted to see him dead
Harry's dad's a fuckin' ass and...

Fuckin' ass waxeatin' bastard
Always mean and always plastered
Harry hates that kind of shit,
but Harry knows what dad'll get
Harry's dad fucks dogs and cats
and Harry's dad fucks this and that
and Harry'd dad fucked Harry's brother
but Harry's dad won't fuck Harry's mother
Your rating:
Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch
Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand
Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya
We'll smash your eggs and then your head and we'll nab your kids
Take 'em outback on the deck and barbeque their ribs
Throw their heads into your ivy, water them with piss
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya
Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch
Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand
Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya
Your rating:
She sits in a tub and relives, stories she never lived
And it makes me feel blank, it makes me feel blank like I missed
Lies in a bath with no water, and a bath full of blood
How happy are ya, to be alive
MARY, MARY, MARY, MARY
GET OUT
It makes me feel blank, it makes me feel blank like I missed
Read the words she wrote, she never lived
Lies in a tub with no water and a bath full of blood
How happy are ya, to be alive
MARY, MARY, MARY, MARY
Your rating:
Two sweaty sows, quick means to bad ends
I think they think they're smart, I think they think they think
Big pig and little pig, they're dumb as fuck
You can't expect too much from two braindead brickheads
They got no reaction time, they can't seem to duck
So we kick their ugly snouts in, kick their ugly snouts in, kick their ugly
The rotten pigs, wallow in the scum
The time has come to shut them down
But they've chewed off, more than they could chew
They're makin' babies, why do they reproduce
She's got her pack, a piglet papoose
They thrown grenaades, I pull the pins and throw them back and
Blow their fuckin' heads off, blow their fuckin' heads off, blow their ugly
(some incoherent talking)
Your rating:
The wood was ?? (engraved), oh when I get home
He's stealing my shit, oh
There was that house, why is there blood in my hand (incoherent talking afterwards)
Where, where, where did he go, oh where are you goin'
Where did you go, why is there blood on my clothes, without her clothes
I'd like, I'd like your home, there's blood on my sock
Oh, why do I thank the heaven (think they have him) why do I, why do I
Your rating:
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