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More Lipstick for the Punks!

by The Excrementals

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1.
Sweat it Out 01:30
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I've got a complex complex perplexing me and paralyzing my purpose and I'm perspiring, scared shitless yet still conspiring to cut along the dotted line I'm trying to find inside my mind but it seems this frequency is intertwined with flawed designs I am the prototype... Now who hacked up all this hype? In layman's terms I'm terminal, a discernible germinal a geriatric heart attack just waiting patiently to happen Swimming through this sickness with my head below sea level sobbing through sex on the beach with the devil I am the prototype... Will I make it through the night? We only- Overcome when we're overrun. We have become the loaded gun Another text book takeover, we're grinning wide with duct taped mouths We overcome when we're overrun. We have become the loaded gun With rifle barrels to our backs.. Remain relaxed... I am the prototype... I won't make it through the night In layman's terms I'm terminal, a discernible germinal a geriatric heart attack just waiting patiently to happen
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Strange Kids 01:29
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Gurgling gut worm generation dining blind on devastation They'll televise the infestation of the melting minds of my generation I don't wanna go to sleep, their counterparts are haunting me Commercialized cacophony, the tv screen is watching me I'm so bored I'm boarding up the windows cause I've had enough The nightly news sells me defeat, Strange Kids gunned down in the street Gurgling gut wound generation dining blind on devastation They'll televise the extermination of Strange Kids in my generation ...They're gunning down Strange Kids in my generation A teen abortion...Gutter dweller...Kid contortion...Respect repeller
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Foot Loose 01:41
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Nauseous sensibility don't give a fuck that no one likes me hollow, senseless royalty life's a joke that's just not funny all dressed up manically twitching selling sexuality piss poor and poised out on the floor but no one wants to dance with me Cut my losses, cut my head off chasing after the police cleaning guns with my own tongue cold, hard steel sparkling Cut my losses, cut my head off lawless with no loyalty a fuck up with the frantic foot work, Why's no one wanna dance with me? Booger eating beauty queen licks her lips and waltzes past me cold, careless callosity babies birthing accessories dirty looks and dirty day dreams I collect both effortlessly piss in my pants and in my glass why's no one wanna dance with me? Cut my losses, cut my head off pantsless chasing the police cleaning guns with my own tongue fumbling with the fucking safety Cut my losses, cut my head off lawless with no loyalty my face and sense of humor ugly why's no one wanna dance with me? May I have this dance? Give me one fucking chance...
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More Lipstick for the Punks! 02:11
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Patronizing poems. Puke on baby photos. counterfeiting money just because you think it's funny to wipe diarrhea off your ass with crisp twentys Calling meatloaf art. Plagiarizing the bible. saving all your earwax in combination safes and leaving them on doorsteps across the United States I smear mommy's makeup across this mistake I call a face I claw my eyes til I'm inside my head and find my happy place I'm all alone on telephones pretending I'm someone I'm not how long will it take to sit still and watch this pretty body rot? I never eat, I never blink sometimes I think I never think bathe me in the kitchen sink and pour me another fucking drink I was born to bomb your brains out I was poured out of the snouts of pigs with pearls around their necks cackling as they cash bad checks The milkman plays with his parasitic cyst Oh he's so fucking accomplished and I'm insane for wanting more than this I'm the devil's dumb, witless, little accomplice Patronizing poems. Puke on baby photos. playing with the blood pouring from your broken nose Calling meatloaf art. Plagiarize the bible. Real's just so damn unreliable... More lipstick for the Punks!
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Fun with Fists 02:00
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Paralyzed...my hands are tied tight with fishing line to the multicolored insides elbow deep in assholes of celebrities that I despise The coffin shook...I made you look Ha Ha Ha Ha I want everyone I know to die cause if I have to feel alone I don't want you jerks by my side Last night I stabbed myself in the back trying to reach this itch that I just couldn't scratch I want someone to pretend they love me lie to me and tell me that I'm not that ugly Today I pulled out all my teeth shoved them up my ass and made my dentist start digging I want someone to pretend they love me talk to me for a minute like they're not above me Sympathize...with evil eyes... I'm a walking pile of meat, oh aint I fucking pretty? just give me all your money, shower me in golden pity Medicate...masturbate... Soak myself in spit so that everyone can smell it disgust and self destruct so much that I should wear a helmet Last night I stabbed myself in the back trying to reach this itch that I just couldn't scratch I want someone to act like they don't hate me pinch my cheeks and treat me like a fucking baby Today I pulled out all my teeth shoved them up my ass and made my dentist start digging I want someone to act like they don't hate me grab me by both hands and claim that I'm not crazy All I have is a to-do list that I'll never fucking accomplish cause I'm so full of shit can't you fucking smell it?....
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Putting Babies in Corners 01:37
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I contemplate complacency and everything that's wrong with me a mouth that's full of misery and rows of rotting teeth Calling all criminals, eat your vitamins and minerals Pure plastic weaponry, a nihilistic novelty normalcy has forced me to a volunteered lobotomy Suck my frontal lobe out my nostrils Vile...smile...bathe in bile Searching for a surrogate to take this skin and wear it express ordered this cross but now I don't wanna bear it Searching for a surrogate to take this skin and tear it toss it in the trash, feed it to the rats
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Eye in Cyst 01:24
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School girls gargling gasoline I'm turned on by my guilty plea Hold my head high until it bleeds from atmosphere and apathy A carcass full of condoms in my incognito closet this fantasy I'm living's sick and I can't seem to stop it Slamming my dick in the door maybe that's just what it's made for Watch me as I hold my breath indulging in daydreams of death Counting and then killing sheep but I can't seem to fall asleep I'm lost and no one wants to find me What's my name? Someone remind me School boys gargling gasoline their words are slurred what do they mean? I'm impressed by their success Big boys burning down a building I'm overcome by such strange feelings I'm depressed I'm such a wreck... Fully erect with disrespect Slamming my dick in the door maybe that's just what it's made for Watch me as I hold my breath indulging in daydreams of death Counting and then killing sheep but I can't seem to fall asleep I'm lost and no one wants to find me What's my name? Complicated conversations killing me Cruel intentions, going on a killing spree I'm so evil won't you come and play with me Mass destruction, my own hands are hurting me
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Brains for Shit 01:34
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Sparkly skid marks around Lady Liberty's lips I'm a pretty little patriot pucker up and give me a kiss... I am not a man, I am a curse a boil about to burst upon the fucked face of the earth a sick, sickle cell structure a living hex or maybe worse all thoughts aside...I am perverse Waking up in name brand shackles... Don't tread on me I'm fucking crazy... ...I've cracked Shit for brains and brains for shit my own reflection makes me sick The flesh you shed from freedom fits aint worth my life, I'm fucking worthless Riddled with resistance with your flag wrapped around my head stars and stripes and pubic lice will wake the living dead Porno on the radio... It burns but I just can't let go... Allergic to all my clothes... ...I've cracked!
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Long in the Tooth 02:38
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Kill the crowd pleaser, the glorified mouth breather tentacle teaser, the hedge fund feeder Fuck the over achiever, the reward receiver boogey man believer, the desperate deceiver I wield my words like weaponry, choke out the world and carve out my own fucking destiny I see the youth so doomed to repeat history, bloated from binging on regurgitated bigotry They curl up tight and die... like maggots nursing on congealed corpses idolized They whine, they beg, they cry... squealing, "gimme,gimme,gimme gifts cause I'm alive" Kill the A-listers with their red carpet blisters Kill the fame fisters and the Kardashian sisters Fuck your formalities, your scripted realities millennial apathy, designer dreams I stand my ground in solidarity, spit in the faces of the moralless majority Their racist tendencies, their mass misogyny, the mindless hate they have for homosexuality We curl up tight and die... like newly caged creatures pissing petrified We whine, we beg, we cry... gasping, "gimme,gimme,gimme some way to survive" I'm a well oiled war machine, I bathe in blood and burn like gasoline But I'm not on your team, I've got a pipe bomb for a pipe dream. They're eating lies from the Wolf's lips, pealed back over taut teeth...Repeat: Lucky, lucky me curled up in quarantine, hiding from your idea of society I can't relate, I'm too irate, stuck in a rabid state your dream of peace is obsolete, time to embrace your fate You're eating lies from the Wolf's lips, pealed back over taut teeth, repeating: Lucky, lucky me...curled up in quarantine... Lucky, lucky me...I don't believe in your idea of society.

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released April 4, 2015

Recorded by Kryssi Battalene in New Haven, CT.

All songs written by The Excrementals

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