HAYWORTH LYRICS

1. Bad Dudes

Your eyes face north, so does the knife through the back of your head coming out of your mouth

The words you portrayed as the truth

Defining myself as your poorly used canvas

So much white still remains

Yet I know that you're finished

Adding more detail would divert our focus

Stand up, close your mouth

Your vomit and blood is flooding the floors

Now this is what I call art

2. Zbiza Lame-O

Close your eyes (keep them closed)

Is the blindfold too tight?

"No, just right"

We're almost there, don't your dare peek... OK surprise!

"What is it?"

It's love without eyes (hypnotized she cries)

"But isn't love without eyes just a bunch of meaningless lies?"

3. The Friangles Go With The Friangles

Another morning spent picking spider legs out of your teeth. Ignoring the plaque that's settled beneath your tongue well I guess it's better off in there than in your lungs

See you already can't breathe when you try to talk dirty to me. So just spread those pretty little legs like the fucking red sea

And I made love like someone given one day left to love

You were so obviously discontent, obviously

"I just want to cuddle baby"

Don't call me baby.

4. Joel Dooks His Shorts

[Instrumental]

5. Bun Guy

Now let's take notes on this reaction

It's a wonder the government doesn't ban attraction

It's forced us into several nauseating positions

And when sunlight doesn't exist nor do restrictions

This isn't amusement, it is terrorism discovered late

Quick ejac- I mean evacuate!

6. The Industrial Park

The crows are infesting the lawn of the church

Note that the doves are absent from the funeral

We can only assume that they couldn't find the appropriate dress for the occasion

We wouldn't want any signs of hope there would we?

It's only right I mean it's what has always lacked in me, bur that's your fault and my mistake, the one thing that comforts me were my last words...

I hope the thunder and lightening kill you

(You were just a good for nothing ungrateful whore and should have been one of those prostitute murder stories, fucked killed and disposed, but you were too pretty to fuck just once.)

7. Squirrels Were Running Around Homeless From The Death From The Sky

I've listened to every song painted every picture dreamed every dream

And come to the conclusion that originality perished along with intelligence and belief in religion

Abort the baby from the womb build it a tomb

But be sure to save some room for the divorced mother

Just remember the secret entrance

The cancer infected colon of the country

8. Fuck Yeah,

A dick can't help but leak the dreams of infants born

My dick can't help but bleed disease

Mrs. Clitoris its nice to see you, I'd love a tour of your lovely home...
But you should have told me before we fucked that there was no key under your hand shaved welcome mat – I need to get up you need to get down,
There's no time for key-chains

Cumshot!

9. That's What's Up

HAYWORTH LYRICS