Okay, go then!
Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,
Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive
And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe

Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,
`cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah x3

Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my teeth are full of women,
They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent
All again, again

Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth,
`cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband
See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz
How I laugh, laugh
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah x3

I, i, i, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah

• Aesthetic Anarchist
• Anti Love Song
• Black Skin Sexuality
• Black Skinhead Coconut Dogfight
• Breathing
• But The Sex Was Good
• Carmen Queasy
• Contraband
• Every Bitch but Me
• Feed
• Fragile
• I Don't Believe
• Jack Knife Ginal
• Kept My Mouth Shut
• Killer's War
• King Psychotic Size
• Let It Go
• Lickin' Cream
• Painkiller
• Punk by Numbers
• Sane
• Skunk Song
• So Sublime
• Song Recovery
• Strong
• The Decadence of Your Starvation
• The Pill's Too Painful
• Through Rage
• Tour Hymn
• Used
• You Want It All