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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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DAYGLO ABORTIONS
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here today, guano tomorrow
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Compliments of Swamp Rat
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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HAMSTER IN CREAM SAUCE FLAMBE TO CONTACT
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YOUR FAVORITE DAYGLO...
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Ingredients: SEND STUFF TO:
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4 large hamsters (live) Hamster Hotel
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3 tablespoons unsalted butter PO Box 670, Station A
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1/4 cup finely chopped onion Toronto, Canada
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1 cup sliced mushrooms M5W 1G2
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1/4 gran marnier (heated)
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1/4 cup heavy or whipping cream
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Salt, freshly ground black pepper, nutmeg
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Asphyxiate and fillet hamsters, place 2 tablespoons butter in preheated frypan,
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add onions and saute for 10 minutes.
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Add mushrooms and continue cooking for 10-15 minutes or until onions are
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softened and yellow, remove onion and mushroom mixture from pan and reserve.
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Melt remaining butter in pan, add hamster fillets and saute quickly over medium
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heat 4-5 minutes per side, add brandy, turn heat to high and ignite.
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Continue cooking until brandy is down to half its original volume, reduce heat
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to low, add cream and onion mixture and heat thoroughly, season with salt,
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pepper and nutmeg to taste.
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Place fillets, 2 per serving, on pre-heated plates, pour sauce over top,
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garnish as desired.
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ENJOY!
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--FUCK MY SHIT STINKS
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M. Acton
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Sittin' on the pot on Tuesday mornin'
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Readin' 'bout the war in Lebanon
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A car bomb killed 3 Yankees in Rome
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But I got a bigger problem and it's closer to home
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CHORUS
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Oh fuck my shit stinks
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Holy fuck'n moly my shit stinks
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Argh fuck Billy my shit stinks
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Ohhhhh
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Maybe there's something wrong with my diet
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I had a case of beer and a couple of tacos
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You know I feel like Johnny Cash
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Going down in that ring of burning fire
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chorus
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Well all my friends like heavy metal
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But I've always been partial to polkas
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While they're all playin' their air guitars
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I'm farting along with the booming tubas
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chorus
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--FUCK SATAN TO DEATH
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N. Burnes
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Jesus is my savior
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And Satan must die
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This is the end
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Ready for death
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Reaper is near
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Pity the damned
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Lucifer's lust
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Has got out of hand
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Let's fuck him up by fucking his ass
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Tear out his tail
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Pull out his horns
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Send the fucker where he belongs
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Send the mother back to his hole
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Let's take him out and slip him the pole
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It's easier said than easier done
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The battle's over and we have won
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Snuff out his life and have the last laugh
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'Cause we've got jesus here in the band
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--DRAGONS
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M. Acton
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You created your character
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But your destiny is ruled by the die of six
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You're standing at the edge of churning black water
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A tributary of the river Styxx
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I am the master of this world
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I could have the earth devour you where you stand
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You exist for my pleasure
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You'll soon wish you never stepped into my
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Dungeon
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Clutching hands grab at your legs
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They pull you down underground
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You draw your sword, recoil in horror
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The serpent's venom takes its toll
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I am the master of this world
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I'll have my fun with you one by one
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Your lives are coming to an end
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You'll soon wish you never stepped into my
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Dungeon
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You're the last alive and you've lost your never
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You turn and run you might survive
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You need a way to leave this plain
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You'll lose your soul if you remain
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You see a door no time to lose
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Kick it down and run right through
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You step into a glowing cavern
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Suddenly you hear a voice
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I am the master of this world
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You're all fools if you think you can escape
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You're in this 'till the end
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Look around see what you have to fight
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Dragons
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--HIDE THE HAMSTER
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M. Acton
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Well Billy is a boy who has a few ideas of his own
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He has a Habitrail maze with 35 hamsters in his home
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He takes them to the disco
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Where everybody loves him
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They cover them with Neet and wash them down
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So they are nice and clean
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Then yank their teeth and pull their claws
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And dip the little rodents in Vaseline
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They all have Habitrail tubes
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Stuck firmly up their asses
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CHORUS
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And they all sing
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oho oho hide the hamster
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They dance around on the dance floor
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From each shaking ass hangs a twitching little tail
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The hamsters last abut five minutes
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And their death throes bring the dancers
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They shoot their wads together
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Dead hamsters up their asses
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Each hamster has an orgasm
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At the very instant of its death
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So each person grabs a straw
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To feltch their partner's asshole of the sperm
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They al have Habitrail tubes
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Stuck firmly up their asses
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--THE SPAWN OF YOG SOTHOTH
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M. Acton/S. Henderson
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THE BEAST
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He exists
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THE BEAST
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On the astral plane
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THE BEAST
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He has the ability
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To enter our universe
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THE BEAST
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Psionic attack
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THE BEAST
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Chaotic evil
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THE BEAST
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Highly intelligent
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And unpredictable
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THE BEAST
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Gaping cunts
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THE BEAST
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Pulsing peni
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THE BEAST
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In this shape he'll mate
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With mankind to create his spawn
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THE SPAWN
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They will breed
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THE SPAWN
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With human beings
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THE SPAWN
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They will turn the world
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Into man's worst nightmare
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THE BEAST
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He will rule
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THE BEAST
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o're his spawn
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THE BEAST
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They will be his servants
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In a burning world of doom
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THE BEAST
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400 Hit points
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THE BEAST
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Strength 25
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THE BEAST
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Charisma -7
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If you meet his eye you'll die
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THE BEAST
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Multiple attack
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THE BEAST
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Monk Bard nill
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THE BEAST
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Giant mass of legs
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Feelers and stalked organs
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--SHRED CENTRAL
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T. Hagen/M. Acton/N. Burnes
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Don't need this crap
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This TV's pushing
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I'm just gonna get my skate]
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And hit the streets
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I know a place
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Not far from here
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Where I can ride a gnarly bowl
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And get some air
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Ain't gonna be like my parents
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Rottin' away in easychairs
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Ain't got no time for sunday football
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Or watching cartoons after school
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Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL
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Whatcha gonna do - GRINDERS
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Whatcha gonna say - "Like, where's the bowl, dude?"
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Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL
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Whatcha gonna do - OLLIES
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Whatcha gonna say - "Bitchin' Hawk, Jak"
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Do a heavy slam
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Knees gushing blood
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But I'll just et back on my skate
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And carve the tiles
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I'll try an invert
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With a rippin' handplant
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But I might have to send away
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For a new pair of surfpants
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"Hey you kid..city police skateboard squad
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35 dollar fine, skating in public... you're busted!
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"Screw you, mister!"
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(repeat first verse)
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Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL
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Whatcha gonna do - FACE PlANT
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Whatcha gonna say - "Nice Lipstand, Cowboy"
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Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL
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Whatcha gonna do - ROCK 'N ROLL SLIDER
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Whatcha gonna say - "Bitchin' Hawk, Jak"
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"Later, skater"
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--DRUGGED AND DRIVING
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M. Acton/S. Henderson
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It was a quarter to twelve and we were rocking
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I put my money on the bar, I heard the devil knocking
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We played some drinking games while the band was thrashing
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And a fight broke out so we gave the place a trashing
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When the cops showed up I had to eat all my drugs
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A couple of the guys got the kiss their billy clubs
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The rest of us got out through the basement door
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I ran to the back and I dove into my car
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CHORUS
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We were drugged
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Drugged and driving
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We got away clean but I was feeling kind of strange
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I just ate 25 speeders and I could feel the adrenaline
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Pumping through my veins like a burning fire
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Straight to my brain and then to tires
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Of the car I was driving at sixty miles an hour
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I stepped on the gas and went with the power
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Screaming like an angel of the devil
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My friends are in the back
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And we're headed straight for hell
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CHORUS
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When you're on our roads
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You better keep on your toes
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'Cause we're gonna get you into our sights
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We're gonna track you down
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'Cause we're the demons of the underground
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Caverns of Lucifer
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And when we get you under our hooves
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We'll trample you into the dirt
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and tear your soul from your broken carcass
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And deliver it unto our lord
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1st verse/chorus
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--HERE TODAY, GUANO TOMORROW
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M. Acton
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Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God
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And the Bank of America
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Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers
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And says this must be Heaven
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Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers
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On a mattress full of money
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Meanwhile another 1000 people make their beds
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With death and misery and starvation
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CHORUS
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They were here
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Here for today
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But they'll be Guano
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Guano tomorrow
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Now it's Reverend Fallwell's church
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And he has the need for a little more money
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it will cost a lot to eliminate rock
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And stamp out the international threat of Communism
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Mister Reagan and Gorbachev
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Will let us fight light animals in a barnyard
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While they play the roles of the farmer
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The butches, the distributor, and the consumer
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CHORUS
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The world is full of humanitarians
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Killing each other for a piece of the human pie
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Where everybody is right and nobody is wrong
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And many are downtrodden
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These people call me a cretin
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'Cause I get a little spittle in their eye
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And they don't care much for us Dayglos
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Sittin' around and toasting to the end of time
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We are here
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here for today
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But we'll be Guano
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Guano tomorrow
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--Kill Johnny Stiff
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We got gigs over here
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We got gigs over there
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We got gigs everywhere
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We ain't playin' nowhere
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Kill Johnny Stiff
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Do it now
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Kick him in the head
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Stamp him in the ground
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Kill Johnny Stiff
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Wreck his life
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Cut his balls off
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And feed them to pitbulls
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Don't like this green pants
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Don't like his paisley shirt
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Don't like ripoff shithead promoters
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We got a message for you
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WE'RE NOT YOUR BAND
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Rape Johnny Stiff
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Do it now
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Fuck him up the ass
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Piss in his mouth
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Rape Johnny Stiff
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Feed him guano
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Shred his dick
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Give him a barbwire catheters
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Bend over, I'll drive
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Kill Johnny Stiff
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Do it now
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Kick him in the head
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Stamp him in the ground
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Kill Johnny Stiff
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Wreck his life
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Cut his balls off
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As payment to the bands
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Die, Stiff
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Demon Roach Underground.....login:xxxxxx..new:xxxx.................806/794-4362
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The Dead Zone......................................................214/522-5321
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 8/4/88-66
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All Rights Worth Not Very Much At All, And Regrettably So
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