1. |
Fuck The Sun
05:16
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FUCK THE SUN, by The Bloat
I’ve got a feeling, it might be wrong
But fuck the sun
I’ve had this feeling since I was young
Fuck the sun
It may be nice to sun in your thong
Fuck the sun
We are the earth, ten million strong
Fuck the sun
Fuck the sun
Going for a night swim high as fuck on Dexatrim
Fuck the sun
Flesh eating virus transmitted by light
Shining off faces get out of my sight
Life is more suited to time in the dark
Hidden in shrubbery alone in the park
The sun is for cancer and burning your eyes
The world would be better with it gone from the sky
My cock is a dagger made out of ice to fuck the sun
For parching the Earth it must pay the price
Fuck the sun
When you look around space and see all the other stars
You quickly realize they’re all much better than ours
Fuck the sun
Fuck the sun
The sun only shines to expose all our flaws
Fuck the sun
The sun grows the flowers we turn into drugs
The bee fucks the flower and then other bugs
Its all quite disgusting and time it should quit
We can use science to make better shit
Fuck the sun
Fuck the sun
Someday the sun will run out of gas
Fuck the sun
Then we can say that we’re free at last
Fuck the sun
Stop lighting this world it’s a bore to look at
Fuck the sun
Let’s get it over, I say we nuke it
Fuck the sun
There will come a day when we’ll find a way
To break off our orbit and shoot out into space
Fuck
The
Sun
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2. |
Cut It
04:44
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CUT IT, by The Bloat
I’m gonna take you out tonight in the moonlight on my clipper ship
It’s made of old growth trees, we use them as we please because they’re assholes
And we don’t give a damn
Let’s set the sea on fire, the ocean’s funeral pyre
The fishes hate you
But I don’t for tonight anyway
It’s so frightening the way they hate you
We’re pulling into port, let’s have another snort, we should be conscious
I want you conscious
Feel the spray on your face, there’s a salty taste
The mermen and mermaids entranced in dances
I steal another kiss, moment of fleeting bliss
I see them waiting
Soon their daggers will stab my poor head, my poor feet
Their daggers hate me
Tonight I’m bound to leave you
Let’s drop the anchor now, I’m getting anxious
The men are waiting there with flaming branches
Let’s drop the anchor now, it’s our last chance
Let’s join the sea men and sea maids in their ancient dance
Before it’s too late
Now that we’re both here there’s something that I fear I should enlighten you
The black moon is a spider
It’s in your eyes
It’s gonna bite you
It should delight you
It bit me on that day before we went away
And I sealed our fate by taking you to this place
The spider moon looks down, she wears a sultry frown
And we’re both bound to die and the sea drags us down
They tear us limb from limb, our souls are free now
Mermen and mermaids swim, maybe they’ll teach us how
Their knives are piercing our skin, we’re bound to live this again
Why must you taunt me, don’t fucking haunt me
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3. |
Both Hands Free
05:45
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BOTH HANDS FREE, by The Bloat
I get a lot of important calls
behind the wheel and in bathroom stalls
I can’t be holding up a fucking phone
I need both hand when I get home
I need both hands free
I need both hands free to touch you
I need both hands free
I need both hands free to touch you
Tell your father and the neighbors too
They should probably get a bluetooth too
You bother them almost as much as me
So many reasons to have their hands free
They need both hands free
They need both hands free to choke you
They need both hands free
They need both hands free to choke you
Yes they do, through and through
Sometimes one hand just isn’t enough
When you’re a man who does all kinds of stuff
There’s conversations I want to hear
That’s why I have bluetooths in both of my ears
I need both hands free
I need both hands free to feel you
I need both hands free
I need both hands free to steal you
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4. |
The Fall
05:01
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THE FALL by The Bloat
It wasn’t an accident when you feel from my window
You’re broken and bent, bruised, battered and bleeding
No, don’t get up
Your spine might be broken
There’s certainly some internal bleeding
Your twisted and limp, you’ll walk like a gimp til your one hundred and eighty
I wonder who pushed you, I was nowhere around
Please don’t move, there’s nothing you can do
The doctor will be here tomorrow to peel you off the ground
You’re fucked!
It looks very painful, I can’t believe you survived
That was a horrible fall, Here take this Rohypnol
You won’t remember this at all
You seem to be fading
You’re looking quite pale
And you’re starting to bloat
Should I throw you in the moat
I hear the tolling of the bell
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5. |
Olde Poppyes
08:38
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OLDE POPPYES, by The Bloat
How quickly one goes from favorite to the garbage can
How quickly one fades into obscurity in this horrid land
Take from me this rind of cheese
Take from me this bottle of piss
How quickly one goes from favorite to the garbage can
How quickly the flesh is slapped right off of your hand
In this land who is a man and who is woman and who can be so free and see the way today anyway
You ruined it!
We could have been such wonderful friends
But you ruined it
We could have had such a wonderful time
But you ruined it
The stains won’t come out
The fluid came right out of your mouth
The stains won’t come out
The blood won’t stop pouring out
Fetid memories dipped in rancid vegetable oil
Dripping down
Who will clean up the mess?
I thought you were the best
But you’re just like all the rest
I’m wearing a handsome vest
We could have been such wonderful friends
But you ruined it
It started out lovely but then in the end
Of course you ruined it
I went to the ancient kingdom of India
To swim in the Ganges
But there were piranhas when I got in the water
And I lost a phalanges
Oh! There’s nothing I won’t do
To ruin things with you
Will you ruin things too?
Of course you will
We could have been such wonderful friends
But you ruined it
It started out lovely but then in the end
Of course you ruined it
I went to the forest to forage for meaning
But all I found was shit
Then I went to the desert and talked to the lizard
He told me I should quit
Oh! There’s nothing I won’t do
To ruin things with you
Will you ruin things too?
Well you fucking already did.
This isn’t a song it’s a method of torture
Because I hate you
I thought of a future when you didn’t ruin it
My hate is soft like a fuzzy brick
My hate is warm like pile of shit
My feelings change it’s hit or miss
I guess with you I missed
My hate is cool like a frozen corpse
My hate comes cheap like a dirty whore
My hate is crippled it limps along
Like the second verse in this fucking song that goes just a little bit too long
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6. |
I Threw Up On My Shit
02:12
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