BSTRDCNT LYRICS

1. Anarcholepsy

Too sautis ('lazy'), too self-involved
to live up to your fucking mouth
you think that we idolize
we all think you're a fucking clown

You lust, therefore, must
You've got no control
Feed your petty need
You've got no control

Kill the posers, they must die
kill the scene 'cause you're a lie
I hate your band, I hate your face
you're a fucking joke, disgrace

You lust, therefore, must
You've got no control
Feed your petty need
You've got no control

2. The Victim

Many seem wise who are lacking in wit
boldly do most talk from a distance
there's a rotten branch to ilka ('every') tree
for its luck that follows the generous scene
oh, you leech!

Luck is one thing, brave deeds another
one knows most who most has done
whats tested is known, and that takes time
no excuses for rejecting the truth
oh, you fucking whore!

Go ahead and play the victim
piss and moan for attention
scar your Self and bleed the free
delegating blame is your salvation
oh, you leech!
fucking whore!

Don't bother break your endless cycle
wash your hands afore we see
our inner worlds defiled
Go ahead - play the victim!!!

3. Abolish Humanity

There's maggots in your skull
devouring your rotten brain
nothing seems to please much
too much skag and Jesus
and both are such demons

Decaying sacks ov wasted flesh
sheepish minds, knowledgeless
condemned to the poison you secrete
and living on your knees as if you had no feet

your bairns dead by your hand
a broken hourglass with no sand

Abolish humanity

4. Blunt Force Honesty

No knowledge ov what you are
no knowledge from where you come
know nothing ov the score
the life ov bacteria

You are the human plague
another futile exchange

Spawning filth to survive
a virus that blankets all
I am the vaccine
for all that stands in my way

You are the human plague
another futile exchange

(watch your back)

Why do I even waste my breath
when there's fuck-all oxygen left?
robbing us ov all that's good
yet wonder why tragedy befalls you

Left with nothing but my name
another futile exchange
You are the human plague
that which can not be saved

5. G.I.Joke

The call to arms a fucking prank
just a blind martyr squadron
trained to die up on the cross
cringe and purge and burn and rot
G.I.Joke

Organized crime beneath the badge
the fool is you and its fucking sad
you hoist the flag with only guns
and die in the gutter with the rest ov us
G.I.Joke

Saw you marching down my street
thought you were a cunt
your breath smelt ov cock
your face was dripping cum

Get on your knees
and serve me
G.I.Joke

6. See You Next Tuesday

I gave you all that I had and you cant even give me the time ov day
call me a cunt behind my back 'cause I wont allow you your childish way
you're not a friend to anyone, you're like a bullet without a gun
weak as piss, cant stand your self, from your thoughts you run

I will not cease nor desist
life is not a right to exist
your presence will not be missed
time for you to suffer the fist

Suffer!

You try so hard to be the man but you cant even wipe your arse
try to wield authority with a jaw that's made ov glass
if it wasn't for me, you'd be on the street, think about that 'fore you call me a creep
endured your stench, endured your lies, now my rewards I shall reap

I will not cease nor desist
life is not a right to exist
your presence will not be missed
time for you to suffer the fist

Suffer the fist!

Sucking on a blast
booting up a fit
please be to turning around
and be suffering the fist

See you next Tuesday

Suffer the fist!

7. The Winfield Blues

Working hard for the man
nine-to-five is a fucking drag
when all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!

Its a tired auld song and mighty sad
but you'd cut off your fingers just to save your hands
when all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!
Oi!

Watching the clock 'cause you need to breathe
there's a fist up your arse through the holes in your jeans
and all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!

Some guy with a nailgun lends you ideas
ov making the bastards bleed from their ears
but all you've got is a deck ov fucking smokes
The Winfield Blues!

8. Between The Legs Ov Death

Harvesting souls to fund crusades
pushing false hope, their madness reigns
all in the name ov placebo messiahs
a poisoned world that's damned to pyre

You've lost your self trying to find
something else to hide behind
so split my skull and drain my eyes
for I must slay this fictitious 'Christ'

Dogmatic principles adorn the farce
just mortal men with cauld, black hearts
so I will grin this open casket smile
for I'm long dead to this world defiled

I will shite
on your church
your vestments
shoved where it hurts

Burn your chapels
to the ground
as you plead
I hear no sound

Virgin whores
holy ghosts
I have heard
no greater joke

I am reality
that's why you
cant handle me

(we're) between the legs ov death

9. Smell?

Shit face, shit voice
that cunt sucks cock by choice
mirror mirror, on the wall
hes the biggest pillock ov them all

fuck I hate him, I'll tell you why
his feet could make a corpse cry
pensioner's turds are fucking harder
cant finish a beer or a pizza

Smell?

Break your window, kick some cats
start fights with things that cant fight back
have a cry you fucking chav
ain't nothing but a badly packed kebab

Shit face, shit voice
that cunt sucks cock by choice
mirror mirror, on the wall
hes the biggest pillock ov them all







BSTRDCNT LYRICS