Cockmonsters

It’s hard to swallow isn’t it

Silly Billy’s and Pinoche’s

Like it, lump it, hump it around on your back for a while

What do I care? flies on walls carry truth regardless

So how do you think your God will judge you, the dead walking the earth?

Are we not the rebirth of civilization?

Are we not the realisation of X becoming?

Are we not the road back?

Or is all just pusillanimous mumbling and nothing more?

All for one and one for all ized, our candy maxim

Empty hubris sentiment and nothing more

Closes your doors on it

Violent vulgar discord and the band plays on

Chorus.

How small we have become…Cockmonsters

The dumbed up advertising to the dumbed down

Give her one for me Charlie..sheeeeen, shine it up lads

Sure what are our ladies in waiting these days only fuck holes?

If it rolls, it ought to roll off the tongue too, you would think so.

Black is black, blue is blue, so who’s hearing me say red?

With the dead resting on my soul right now, can I suggest you listen?

Sleeping dogs need to be woken and fast.

America killing Indians

Elizabeth killing Paddies

Little girls and daddies with their arms torn off for, ding, ding a ling, ding, ding a ling, dollars.

It’s hard to swallow, isn’t it?

Pigs beaten down women; pick your daddies children

Mothers selling out sisters; pick your maggots children

Eye to eye and measure them, that, this accordingly

Who? What? Why? Where? When?

Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Don’t you get it, all empires fall

All empires fall

Forsaken is only a nightmare in your mirror

Chorus.