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Keeper
02:14
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Dam
Tip top tup too much pedigree
When three suck on two tits
Raised you on teasers and terminal sires
You are docked, you are rung off and dipped
Dagged, tagged
Gambol to the gambrel
Fine boned and beautiful gait
Head in a bucket
You're rationed and drenched in molasses
And brought up to weight
Nose to tail
Sheep Make the sweetest meat
You're broken mouthed
But by some fluke you're back in the raddle
And rotten with ticks
Bloated and prolapsed
Sprayed shades of purple
We pick out the maggot with pins
Worms!
Oh! The worms
You are cast as we watch the crows peck out your eyes
Tongue turning blue then you bleat like a mule
And we crutch you to keep off the flies.
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She wont
Keep you in the style you're accustomed to
Subsidise your piss
Verify your claims of independence
Settle for the spittle on your chin
She's worth ten of you
She won't
Nurse you through your bouts of hypochondria
Lie when she's dropped at a + e
Raise your children in your absence
She won't
Celebrate a body full of chemicals
Try to pass off white lead as gold
Cry when the wagons are circling
Glorify the inane
Perpetuate the lie about your penis
Gangbang your friends when you're bored
Swim in incestuous circles
Fuck you but they will
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My Dad's In A Band
02:06
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My dad's in a band
Playing important
Cements the lifestyle
It's so uncanny now
We rub each other at wakes
I'm always so consoled
But I don’t fret too much
Scaled up to monster
Drives in circles really fucking fast
Dead in a foreign land with his phone in his hand
Pet
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Families
03:10
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Carrots
01:25
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If I had four feet and fur
I'd be fine I'd be favourite
I'd be the flavour in your soup
I'd be doe eyed and lop eared
Kept in a cage
You'd let me out when you want to
Bunny
I wish I was your bunny
I wish I was your pesky wabbit
You'd put shampoo in my eyes
And I'd cry and smoke sixty a day
Just for giggles, until my lungs bleed
You'd wear the skin off my back
For the crack
And sell off my bones
For stock or for glue
I won't answer back
I could dig holes in your favourite places
Dig lots of holes in your favourite places
WABBIT.
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Fiona
04:27
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Fiona don't like Poles
Fiona's taking back control
Fiona does her best to fit size sixteen
Into size ten clothes
Fiona pulls the drawbridge up
Fiona's kicking up the dust
Fiona's got her nose ramped in the air
And her arse stuck in the trough
Fiona only pays for lean
Likes to keep the meat man keen
Put her husband in the picture
And a blanket on the seat
Fiona likes to buy nice things
Thinks the money gives her wings
Fiona says that she's an angel
But she doesn't fly she swings
Fiona's got it wrong
Fiona wears her pants too tight
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Hatepenny England, UK
Once three, Hatepenny are now two men with a pair of sticks, a short scale bass and the ocassional microbrute. We write songs about hypocrisy, stupidity, treachery and rainbows. Live, we'll always try to stove the back of your head in, but kiss it better afterwards, because we're nice like that. ... more
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