_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) METHOD OF DESTRUCTION U.S.A. for M.O.D. Compliments of Swamp Rat >>> A CULT Publication......1987 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ Yes, Milano has some assholic opinions, and some good ones...but good music. That's the way it goes... -S. Ratte' 12/16/87 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --AREN'T YOU HUNGRY Sitting in my kitchen Stuffed from having ate What should I do now With what's left on my plate Maybe I should save it But naw I got the cash Think I'll take the easy way And throw it in the trash U.S.A. for Africa What a fucking scam Charity begins at home What about our land America has it's own problems That's what should come first So fuck those nigger's charity And let them die of thirst AREN'T YOU HUNGRY AREN'T YOU HUNGRY U.S.A. for U.S.A. That's what I'd like to see But sympathetic assholes Send it all to their own countries They want the food to grow On what they call home land But don't you know You can't grow anything in sand AREN'T YOU HUNGRY AREN'T YOU HUNGRY AREN'T YOU HUNGRY I think of people starving But do you think I care Let them all die hungry So I can breathe their air Sitting in my kitchen Stuffed form having ate What should I do now With what's left on my plate --GET A REAL JOB Standing on a corner Frozen to the bone You have to make a living But you'd rather be at home Your eyes start getting heavy Still you forge on Wake up and face the world AND GET A REAL JOB GET A REAL JOB You get a little older Your bones are brittle and weak Dizzy in the morning Your pulse is sounding weak You hate to go to work Just living for a job Wake up and smell the coffee And get a real job GET A REAL JOB GET A REAL JOB GET A REAL JOB GET A REAL JOB Soon you will retire Or maybe have a stroke You cannot feel your finger tips Because some veins have closed But still you drive a hack Or push a hotdog cart Now it's too late for you To get a real job --I EXECUTIONER I executioner There's just me You can't buy justice And it sure ain't free I executioner Like Sargeant 'D' I'm corporal punishment I weed out the weak I excecutioner One on one You and me You've no place to run I executioner We got a date My fist your face How I love to hate There's no justice There's me There's no justice There's me I executioner You dare fuck with me Say it to my face Either way you'll bleed I executioner The king of schism Misery and pain Is what you'll live in --DON'T FEED THE BEARS You have to prove That you're not scared Enter the cage Take the dare Screaming death In the beast's lair You couldn't read the signs DON'T FEED THE BEARS Don't go in there You best beware Don't feed the bears Stupid fool You should have known That's some place you shouldn't go Polar giant on you Blood starts to flow They belong not in a cage But in the fucking snow Don't go in there You best beware And please don't feed the fucking bears! --BALLAD OF DIO In the dark of the day Or the black of the sun He's coming for you Look out! --THRASH OR BE THRASHED I've seen enough I just can't take it Why don't you mosh Or have an epileptic fit You stand there like you're at a parade Call this your scene But you're the one who betrayed Got your feet glued to the floor Just there and thrashed some more You're the fuckup, a dick to the extreme It's people like you Who make me want to scream Thrash or be thrashed --LET ME OUT Aren't you sick of the way you're living Let down in life without being forgiven Struggle for a future You try to survive Put on this world to rot and die Let me out Let me out me out Me out of this world Tell me how I got here Why don't you say a word Let me out me out Me out of this world Tell me how I got here Why don't you say a word --BUBBLE BUTT Bubble Butt Bubble Butt Bubble Butt Bubble Butt Bubble Butt Bubble Butt She's so fat Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble Bubble Butt --YOU'RE BEAT Start up the car You ain't going very far Stick the rubber hose on the exhaust Breathe that fresh air It'll take away your cares You're beat the game is over And you've lost Y.B........ You're beat Before you start You cry defeat Sitting in the bathroom With the razor at your wrist You mom and dad don't like The dudes you're hanging with They say that you're a loser A disgrace to human kind If I were you I'd end it all Before I lost my mind Y.B...... You're beat Before you start You cry defeat --BUSHWACKATEAS Is that your hair or a Tina Turner wig You should be ashamed of yourself Now you shaved your head, And that's a fashion too With your ears you look like an elf Bush-bush wackateas! --MAN OF YOUR DREAMS You thought he was dead It was just in your head You better get ready for Freddy You thought you saw him die But it's you who's crucified So now you'll pay for his sins He'll come while you sleep You're gonna rest in peace He's in the mirror hanging on the wall He'll rip out your chest Your body he'll molest Then laugh and use your blood To paint the walls First he kils one Then he kills two Number three on his list is you! He's the man of your dreams He lives to hear you scream That's his satisfaction guaranteed You thought you'd escape You felt that you were safe Then you felt his blade Around your neck He'll dice up your throat On your blood you'll choke None of this Freedy Kreuger will regret --CAPTAIN CRUNCH Soggies suck I was sitting up at night I was feeling so uptight I was just fucking around There was something dragging me down Thinking of a bite to eat Thought this would be really neat Cheerios are stale that's beat But Captain Crunch is fun to eat Captain Crunch, Captan Crunch He's inviting you to munch Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch Munch a bunch a munch a munch Fuck my brain Scoffing down this yellow wheat Is making me feel kind of beat My head is spinning round and round Now my teeth are turning brown My face is starting to come apart From this overdose of starch I really wish mom wasn't here I'll have another box of beer Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch He's inviting you to munch Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch Munch a bunch a munch a munch --JIM GORDEN Jim Gorden, the man who was insane Jim Gorden, had Glaxo in his brain Jim Gordon was insane He took his mother's life He used the hammer first So she wouldn't feel the knife He's gone insane He's lost his mind The voices in his head Prove the bastard nuts He bashed his mother's head in Because she killed Paul Lynd He couldn't play the drums Cause people moved his hand Was he just a mad man We may never understand He's gone insane He's lost his mind The voices in his head Prove the bastard nuts He bashed his mother's head in Because she killed Paul Lynd MOSH Jim Gorden was insane He took his mother's life He used the hammer first So she wouldn't feel the knife He's gone insane, he's lost his mind He couldn't play his drums Cause people moved his hands Was he just a mad man We may never understand --IMPORTED SOCIETY They came from the other side In bunches at a time Crowding up the neighborhood To raise the rates of crime Some of them got money Most of them got shit All they do is come here To take from our pockets Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Don't you fucking see That you bother me Genocide You can't hide So go home now Don't come back Take your goat Get on your boat I hate imports I don't want to hear their shit I hate imports Cause I'm just so sick of it I just want to Live my life without you fucking assholes And I want to Never see your ass again Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Import, import, imported society Hindus and Ethiopians You know they're all the same A huck a buck of Indians They're all so fucking lame --SPANDEX ENORMITY Waiting here on line Suddenly from behind She's still a block away Why'd it have to be today Now what do I see She recognizes me She hugs and squeezes me She's the Spandex Enormity She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat Then she yells is this trick or treat It's too late she asks me for a date Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate Spandex, Spandex Enormity A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery What a fucking beast Her ass alone would be a feast And her love drippings Contained a stench of rotted yeast The show must go on It's the end of me Taking up the whole front row It's the Spandex Enormity She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat Then she yells is this trick or treat It's too late she asks me for a date Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate Spandex, Spandex Enormity A beast sent from hell to plague me with misery As we were walking off stage You're waiting to come back She's got a back stage pass Oh no I hide my head The sight of you I dread Her chubby little fingers grab my ass Don't talk to me, talk to Nick, talk to Nick Why does it always have to be me You fucking fat bitch I've had enough of you Take your blubber buns and leave She left here in tears Followed by her rear I could not help she's fat She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat Then she yells is this trick or treat It's too late she asks me for a date Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate Spandex, Spandex Enormity A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery --SHORT BUT SWEET Short but Sweeeeet! (wooo) --PARENTS Parents They deprive They diminsh our time Mother-father Wish I was dead Could have been cum on their bed Put me in this world Gave me a little The rich fucking bastards Didn't care at all Wish I were dead I'm better off alone I don't need their raggin' Anymore Turn that down That noisy music Go to bed And leave me the fuck alone That's all they say And all they do Get me out of this place Can't take it anymore Wish I were dead I'm better off alone I don't need their raggin' Anymore --A.I.D.S. You're accused of the following charges You're a woman trapped inside a man Your sexuality no one denies you But your preference we can't understand You are the lonliness of all people It's time for you to realize AIDS like the plague is from God For he sees something wrong in his eyes Analy Inflicted Death Sentence A.I.D.S. Analy Inflicted Death Sentence A.I.D.S. Analy Inflicted Death Sentence A.I.D.S. Analy Inflicted Death Sentence A.I.D.S. That's what you get for having A penis up your ass You should have used a condom That's what you get when you Swallow another man's load A lubricated condom How do you find love in another man's hairy ass You should have used a condom Millions of lost hamsters Running ramped in your bowels Take the Hershey Highway Fudge packing men Fudge packing men Fudge packing men Fudge packing men A manly man Fudge packing men Fudge packing men Fudge packing men --RUPTURED NUPTUALS I bust my balls I break my back To come home to a slut You broke your vows You dirty bitch I'll kick you in the cunt Ruptured Nuptuals --ODE TO HARRY Harry got in his car And turned the key Started up and headed up the L.I.E. Too cheap to get a real car Had a Volkswagon Rabbit And that put an end to Harry's cheap habit Cause the trucker couldn't stop So the driver just took aim And when he hit Harry Harry burst into flames You're dead now Harry And you can't come back You'd still be alive if you drove a Cadillac --HATE TANK When you see it coming The shit runs down your leg A rumble of disaster It's much too late to beg You didn't heed its warning As it's parked on top of your house Your baby's crushed to pulp You're cornered you cry out The Hate Tank The Hate Tank The Hate Tank The Hate Tank Its treads are stained with blood Of victims who had pride Some thought they'd defy it All of them have died Destruction in its wake The mangled corpses rot If you think you'll survive... NOT! The Hate Tank The Hate Tank The Hate Tank The Hate Tank Here it comes, you better start running Here it comes, you better start running The armored shell coroded From blood that now is dry Markings left to signify The deaths of many lives Through many years of silence Breaks a horrifying sound You turn to look in disbelief He's come to hunt you down The Hate Tank The Hate Tank The Hate Tank Hate Taaaaaak! =============================================================================== (c)1987 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 12/16/87-25 All Rights Worth Shit