More Lipstick for the Punks!

by The Excrementals

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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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Track Name: Sweat it Out
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
Track Name: Strange Kids
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
Track Name: Foot Loose
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...
Track Name: More Lipstick for the Punks!
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!
Track Name: Fun with Fists
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?....
Track Name: Putting Babies in Corners
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
Track Name: Eye in Cyst
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
Track Name: Brains for Shit
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!
Track Name: Long in the Tooth
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.