KING PARROT LYRICS

1. Epileptic Butcher

Spent ammunition breeding surgical precision
It's the mess this recession delivers
Have you wondered what would come of it if you told them to go shove it,
If you knew it was this you wouldn't love it
If you knew it was this you wouldn't love it

The old curse came out from the cold
Too bold, but not enough soul
Profits bigger now, smaller bleaker town,
Empty pockets are the final figure

Don't bother counting it twice,
There's a price on the tag of life,
Big pack bunch mentality,
Does a butcher take a stake or a knife?

For your life, comin' twice, and it's on you!
Heavy disgusting, just do what the slut did
Charming, disabled, innocently unstable

2. Sun In The Sea

Sun in the sea, darkness bleeds
Out of the womb, you'll never be anybody
Everybody's looking for the light that don't shine

Hung over, un-sober mistreated by a brother,
Slit her throat now know one loves her
Can't reinstate it, I'll uncre-hate it
Sun in the sea
The sun no longer rises

Shape shifters are hiding
Secrets of the serpents
Revealed to be in verses

3. Psychotherapy And Valium

Servant!

It's becoming a rage,
False god, turned ape
Bring me the pipe, show me the hate,
In an obvious misdirection

Second coming, Jesus running,
In a world not made for you,
Second coming, Jesus running,
In a world not made for you,
In a world not made for you,
This world's not made for two

Shit fight in a cage, bar-mitzvah, Bahrain!
Flying higher, stoke the fire,
Release the hounds of the failed empire!

If there was a problem you don't need
That's reality! Psychotherapy & some valium!
If there was a problem you don't need
That's reality! Psychotherapy & some valium!

Psychotherapy & some valium!
Psychotherapy & some valium!
Psychotherapy & some valium!

Swerving the mould, I've been here before, I'm coming for more
Too much is new, I'd rather be dead, than hear your shit!

Psychotherapy & some valium!
Psychotherapy

4. Lawnmower Dog

Dogs going for a walk,
Walking in the park,
Working through my gate,
I'm mowing the lawn!
Its not a motorized mower,
Its a manual puppy choker!
Laceration, devastation of your poochie pie!

5. What You Need (My Cock)

Slight deformity born abnormally
It's where my erection gets its blood to be,
You've got your hair lip stuck to your nose,
Got your ears pinned back and your big web toes!

It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please
My balls in your mouth yes please

A nest made of flesh, intestines and breasts,
Your bodies in bed and your heads on the bench

It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please
It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please
My balls in your mouth yes please
My balls in your mouth yes please

Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going
You're covered in spaghetti , ravioli and cherries.

It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please
It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please
My balls in your mouth yes please
My balls in your mouth yes please

Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going
You're covered in spaghetti , ravioli and cherries.
Fuck!
Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going

6. The Stench Of Hardcore Pub Trash

Conquer and divide us, the old grey tote is dying.
Now we're marching up over the hill, the dero, drunk, broke rockers.
You think we're gone but we're coming for you,
We'll be back with better songs, better riffs, better pills.
Determined, won't be gone without blood,
I've got a meeting in an alley and I'm buying a gun.
Spastic, and relentless, a little drastic, unrepentant.
Hands off, your pissing me off!
Yhe stench of hardcore pub trash remains!







KING PARROT LYRICS