01. hippie doctors from outer space the touch down happens on halloween doesn't look like a saucer. more like a jelly bean. dressed up like clowns they hurry through the nights play sexy body snatchers in spandex tights nobody misses the old doctors or rings the bell only the nurses wonder about the fucking new smell, the sudden hairy testicles, the different faces and all the toothbrushes put in the wrong places they vaccinate little children with laissez faire indoctrination is nothing more than a medical affair hair growth hormones in drinking water supplies every day another barber of the resistance dies if you look like a hippie you have nothing to fear but as bald as a coot, the boot is on the other foot. oh yeah. attack attack fight back fight back attack attack fight back fight back attack, attack of killer monsters attack, attack of furry doctors fight back, fight back, the hippie doctors fight back, fight back shave the hippies, wash the hippies by shoving mao bibles up bureaucratic asses prescription government pacifies rebellious masses your brain is walden, jimi hendrix a grateful dead taste of birkenstock spice tea is making you mad wigs sell for high prices. soap sales are on decline. people don't shake hands anymore. they fart greetings or whine. yellow submarines on the streets. hag-beards are trendy. proclamation of the trichophagia act makes them handy at spiritual masturbation workshops they're burning men brew and smoke their own shaken psychadelic semen the moral of the story is: baldness is legion and don't be ashamed of warts in your pubic hair region 02. cthulhu supermarket hiatus on the parking deck waiting for a go go contaminated garbage stocked up, idyllically bathed in moonlight cacophony of bluebottles buzzing, rumbling around mary's corpse at the point of sale doesn't rot and doesn't smell blond goat of the goods with a thousand- times pierced tongue lovecraft was never a synonym for a blessed virgin's coitus that is not dead which can eternal lie in discount stores even death may die tall tarts mime the wal(l)king marts, meals on heels, peals of laughter pictures of cuddly cthulhus in yesterdays supermarket tabloids hear baptized rag dolls chatter about blunders or plunders kindersurprise repackaged, begging for nutella diarrhea closing time at hand parents abandone little grumblers into the void iae iae shub niggurath rip off your ears, swallow aural rat fries, intelligence dies rabies farts, illicit drugs iae iae shub niggurath rip off your nose, swallow nasal recasted faces, inflated deflation rising franchise, iced decay cthulhu's sleep in ryleh is nothing than a stupid metaphor for the inner machinations of a fish counter godsquad deep ones ascending nascar racing in nocturnal shopping carts feasting circling swastika- festooned stockpiled gods hail mary's butt, a bizarre octopussies arabesque, snot eyed upsuper cockeyed cock fight in bright red light walpurgis fright goodnight 03. plus, und oder kaufmannsund der wurm, den ich mir aus der nase log, hat mir ein hohelied in die stirn gezeichnet hat mein spiegelbild hoehnisch ausgelacht grimassenschneidend kulturfrust angefacht lehrer hempel hat uns im nassen sand mit kreide und bier in der falschen hand erwischt fremde burgen klatschen. eltern begrapschen wahrend schlechter witz den knittelvers verdrischt plus, und oder kaufmannsund plus, und oder kaufmannsund unser pfad der linken hand malt obschoene figuren in den sand plus, und oder kaufmannsund plus, und oder kaufmannsund fehl(a)laerm im faekalienkanal arzt+pfusch im strampler huldigt baal die identitaetskrise hat der interpunktion mit dem tacker die lippen perforiert orthographie predigt der wueste grobi vorlaut sei fuer die masse wie wasserlassen ohne vorhaut wer hat uns dadada die foermchen geklaut, uns die tuer zum feschen hirnfick zwischendurch verbaut? im carbaret voltaire haben wir ins glas gespuckt, auf die schultern geklopft, den harten output verzockt schon paracelsus dozierte, dass alkheimer oder krach foerdert den stuhlgang, haelt die sinne sarkastisch und wach von pseudo industrieschamanen verordneter protest non alterius sit qui suus esse potest 04. better than you i'm your elder rivethead equipped with a binary mind listen, n00b, gonna tell you now how my cawk rawks the gawthic nights let me tell you what you have to hate how hate gets you hard to the c0re answer every question with "you suck!" offend against all rules every breath and every piss proves again and again we are better than you shape and colour of your turds shows who's elitist and luckily it's not you hold your rivet balls and laugh at retarded fraggles from bermuda mars wear your goggles proud, stomp your boots loud life's too short for their stupid dress codes don't whine you don't have a rivet for a head paint your fingernails black instead clothe your teddy bears in latex rompers sodomize the little wankers hate like everbody is pronouncing words that it sounds such common and simple don't care they don't understand your speech your braces look so razor- sw33t hate their blockheaded ignorance can't they see the only truth? hate the way they piss in a too dark park it sounds neither caustic nor noizey you don't know the number of your IQ all you know its unit must be tattoo you're an Uber geek cause you yell fake german never mind you can't spell your own name you know what life is all about 'cause your dick is bigger than theirs you know how to play the game 'cause you're always high on cough medicine you know what life is all about 'cause you're always dressed in black you know how to play the game 'cause your army boots kick ass 05. soul of intestinal wit greasy burgers under doctors' christmas tree hailed big yellow tits in sacred pools of foul pee depraved hydromancy parties everywhere like beuys' exhibitions at the weekly fair people study bloody remains of breakfast burgers like latin augurs or modern community lurkers feed on their burgers while they masturbate meditating about meat meeting its fate used to love burgers like nobody did? brevity is the soul of intestinal wit! furious veggi burgers march down streets in line waving parliamentarian flags, swigging cheap wine postulating burgers free your imprisoned hillbillies american pies etch away your dumb willies indoctrination of shy burgers replaced by a smell warhol(e)ism stench is haunted by fishy pell-mell stimulate your personal little burgers phobia enjoy your life, fear no common national dementia love to treat burgers the other way round? shoving them up! choking! spitting them out? used to love burgers like nobody did? brevity is the soul of intestinal wit! 06. the wheelchair kommando ate my sheeploving baby she told me she is a nun addicted to jizzus & dumpsterdiving she said she would put used scum into my morning bowl of cereals she would show me how to drink pee and eat her shit from a filled ashtray she told me she loves my gun i knew this was a stinky lie ... but anyway she increased my EQ to an incredible marshmallow marvel level when she played with her bloody tampons and called them snoopy or richthofen she poured away all my beers refilled the bottles with vinegar she listened to all my cds marked the best ones with a screwdriver she used to tell exciting stories about my personal love for spicy farts she taught me how to roleplay how grandmother was raped by the wolf she freed my hidden inner hulk tore up my clothings and beat me green sometimes she asked for my help how to formulate another lonely hearts ad the weelchair kommando was in town tonight were on a booze ride, girlfriend booster rite the weelchair kommando was in town tonight they gave me no fright, they were nice and polite the weelchair kommando ate my baby tonight i'm in mourning now, i'm feeling better now the weelchair kommando ate my weep loving baby tonight the weelchair kommando ate my cheap loving baby tonight the weelchair kommando ate my sheep loving baby tonight bought some new beers and cds invited some friends to come over to my place showed em what's left of the fake nun got her corpse back for some munging fun we jumped all night and all day long danced the ketchup pogo with the stupid bitch played bum soccer with her skull cut her tits off and wore them as fool's caps ripped off her loose extremities had some fresh guts pie 3- way fucking life's like playing doctors always keep the fun stuff and bury the rest always keep the fun stuff and bury the rest collect rivetpussies. 08. no evolution monochrome lifestyle ideology stinks cause corpse paint ain't shower-safe latex broilers crawling from wide-opened asses. feces. faces. mirror practiced evilness. imprecation doesn't mean emancipation but one-way chalk talk in capitals. idomatic u-boats. UBER, uBeR- unter. kein mehrheit fur die mitleid. zeig heil. everybody gets what he deserves in life i really hope nobody deserves you! everybody gets what he deserves in life i really hope you get what you deserve, too! get yourself a life now! get yourself a life now! get yourself a life now! victims of a world wide electrocution deadlocked in profane habits fights ill-minded provisions are taking over cute muppets with offender profiles you are the offenders! you are your own victims! why don't you stop your whining now! you are the offenders! you are your own victims! why don't you let your minds work now? don't fuck with us, you shitheads, you'd better fuck yourself! live your trend (trent?) but stay away world order through conformity no evolution is electrocution is electrocution of your simple minds! 09. bombs over bag-dad he rests enthroned on piles of waste. feeling like a dead fuck solvents runnning down his nose secret secretion. eying up girls with bad intents scraping used chewing gum off the pavements during day dealing with menstruation barbies at night kidnapped by green checkered alien communist spies he always came back with a mouth full of lies, of course he has his own version of the truth out there that cardiac pacemakers are islamic body bombs best example that indoctrination is a state affair is when bony fingers grab full hips of shabby goats dad's dirty dark side hides in a bunch of plastic bags successful ideas fly by like loud surprise boob poops pack your bags, dad, leave to fight your fucking war! bombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag-dad do me a favour and come back dead! bombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag- dad