GOB LYRICS

1. Cut To Happy Hour

humiliation outpost of snarling ugliness and dying
people. rewrite these images. edit, cut and paste.
favoring some fleshy sex and racially diverse humor.
drinks for everyone on me. cut to happy
hour

2. Military Scientist

ghost rectum, drum and pipe to silence the satellite
rings. sex words to photos. a bird in a cage. a man
and his bomb. light without heat. taught to obey,
military scientist, government pay. a man and his bomb

3. Kool-Aid Feed Bag

an ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's
sword. smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned
followers. their corpses explode into heaps of rotted
fruit. critical mass-suicide. into the fucking light

4. The Big Fuck You

this song's to commemorate my glorious return to
feeling like shit. so fuck you beautiful, fuck you
sexy, what are you so fucking happy about? fuck off

5. Computer Lethargy

aspire to reduce your world to a monitor screen.
finger fuck a keyboard into ecstasy. fat nuts, dumpy
butt dilbert fleshed into being

6. Non-Action

more important is what i'm not doing. theirs less to
apologize for. non-action

7. Antiseptic

neutralized area, bright white glow, no smell, no
sound, no soul. sterile environment, immaculate death







GOB LYRICS