TrashAxis
by TrashAxis
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Long Pig
01:25
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You see a mother. What will he see? Won’t see a human . All he sees is long pig
Do you think it’s wrong? What he has done. With blood on his tongue, salivate for long pig.
Behold the long pig. Succulent cuts, tender moist, and thick. Eating chewy fried dick.
Get what you asked for, eaten and drugged. Lying in my tub, probing at your own wound.
Bled out and butchered ,stored cold and dry ,munching on your thigh, long pig pie n the sky
You are so tasty to me. Can’t you see? You’re everything I’m craving. You’re all I’ll ever eat.
Behold Long pig long pig long pig
Long pig long pig long pig
Long pig long pig long pig
Behold Long pig long pig long pig
Long pig long pig long pig
Long pig long pig long pig
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Bigot Butcher
02:05
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If you’re gonna front and be an unabashed racist,know I’m on the hunt .I’ll cut you into little pieces.
Better shut your trap before you start to act a fool.If you’re spitting hate, I’ll make a stu out of you
Boil your fat for wax. Make candles and soap for my friends.When my bike pops a flat,fill up a tube of your intestines.
I’m gonna cut out your tongue. Gonna serve it up aug rotten.Make use of your body,cuz your little mind’s too rotten
Baited with ignorance,to set mt raps for the beast. Kill all the bigot and prepare a sumptuous feast
Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Well if you’re feeling down try some bigot noodle soup. Through with all the bigots but you don’t know what to do? Well if you’re feeling down try some bigot noodle soup.
As god as my witness,I’ll never go hungry again. Cuz I can make jerky out of intolerant tendons. Put you in the oven and bake you with lots of love. Then I’ll use the scraps and I’ll feed you to me dogs
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The Piper of Encanto
02:44
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El heladero empuja su carito a la linea del pan para da a los ninos on gusto un guston
Madre y hijo andan pasado. Heladero sonrie,pero ay un coche pasa lentamente,lentamente.
El conductor saco su fusil. El vio lad madre y hijo,y la calle llena de sangre,de sangre
Esa noche el encontro el assesino y disparo lo en el Corazon,el Corazon,el Corazon
El reuino algunas armas y cargo su carrito.Esa noche el encontro el assesino y disparo lo en el Corazon.
A partir de esa dia,todos los malos temeiron la sonida de las campanas del flautist de encanto.
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Piper Tambien
02:14
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Tires on hot asphalt a man on a mission stopping injustice like you and I breathe,his life was a struggle but he lived to the full
Los malos can’r run los malos can’t hide. Thepipiers on the beat every day and night. Never walked away from a single fight.
Far from perfect with whiskey on his breath. Fighting cop or thug sometimes to the death.A poor ice cream truck driver ding what he could
Dishing out revenge so cold and sweet. Kiliing for the kids and handing out treats. The barrio’s no place for vigilantes.
There’s no sleep for those who keep the peace. As long as evils lurking got to stay on your feet.The bad guys are wating for you to admit defeat.
Wherever there is wrong the piper will make it right .Encato kids got hope for their future in sight. As long as he keeps piping the good guys on our side
Theres no sleep for those who keep the peace as long as evil’s lurking got to stay on your feet
Wherever there is wrong the piper will make it right. Encanto kids got hope for their future in sight
El heladero empuja su carito
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Piper Igualmente
03:07
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Our hero’s rage has become uncontrollable
Los malos violent tactics all deplorable
the piper can’t rest until evil is slain
And knows full well the price he must pay
El flautist drudges on his worries in tow
He could lay down his gun and live a long life
But if he decides to lay siege on encato
His song is sung but his glory never dies
He searched out the killers,pimps,rapists, and thieves
And made them beg forgiveness, sobbing at his feet
In bloodlusting frenzy he tried to kill every last one
But did not suvive unscathed, our heros undone
He grabs his last bottle and sits atop his cart
Gulping and swallowing to soothe his drunk heart
The piper waits patiently for los malos won’t rest
Until the dawn breaks and the piper is dead
Unable to stand our hero is seized
His body dragged a couple blocks to the trolley
In his last breath he spits “see you in hell puto”
As the train rolls down the tracks at 62nd and encanto
It so it seems los malos have won the fight
But the story’s not over ,theres more to tell
Because somewhere out in the barrio tonight
Another piper is already ringing the bells
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Mukasey
03:44
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I lookout into the atlantic ocean. Ibreathe in free air, and I get the notion. You and I’ve done nothing to deserve this. Do your worst, I got nothing to confess.
Renditions so extraordinary. Bloodshed completely unnecessary.
Renditions so extraordinary. Bloodshed completely unnecessary.
You want a definitipon for torture. There’s no need for a fucking committee. Nobody got the memo to suffer.There’s so much shame in ambiguity.
Please,please give me an answer Mukasey. Don’t want to be your water board baby. Lock me up,Guantanamo,no,no,no. In my cell won’t you please leave me alone?
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Complicit War Criminal
02:30
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First dog in line. Chosen, strutting at the end of a short lease. Don’t believe what you preach
Elephant leads mule. Selling you a place in line so you become their tool.Indoctrinate your school.
Arrest that fucking scum. Say it rude to call attention,tolerating no dissention. How rude is fucking war?
Duocracy is lame. United in support of the capitalist regime.What you call life’s obsene.Denied of land and liberty. The neo nazi new world order threatens all our lives
Grumbling subhuman automatons. Collective’s unsuccessful abortions. Products of a consumer culture. Clawing at each other to get ahead
Force fed this nonsense from birth. Kept unable to reclaim our only earth. They say change means signing away four more years to a party of complicit war criminals
Grumbling subhuman automatons. Collective’s unsuccessful abortions. Products of a consumer culture. Clawing at each other to get ahead
Force fed this nonsense from birth. Kept unable to reclaim our only earth. They say change means signing away four more years to a party of complicit war criminals
Arrest that fucking scum. Say it rude to call attention,tolerating no dissention. How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war?How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war? How rude is fucking war?
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L' Homme à la Moto
02:01
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Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la région.
Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait
Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait
Un tatouage avec un cœur bleu sur la peau blême
Et juste à l'intérieur, on lisait : "Maman je t'aime"
Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou
On la prenait en pitié, une enfant de son âge
Car tout le monde savait bien qu'il aimait entre tout
Sa chienne de moto bien davantage...
Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l'implora, le supplia
Dit : "Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t'en vas..."
Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement
Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'échappement
Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux
Au passage à niveau, ce fut comme un éclair de feu
Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi
Et quand on débarrassa les débris...
On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto
Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce démon
Qui semait la terreur dans toute la région...
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Mr. Maggot
05:59
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Once upon a garbage heap,
a tiny soul lay sound asleep.
The sun then rose above the mounds
And Mr.Maggot woke and found
He couldn't breath, the air was thick
With putrid smells that made him sick
He coughed and cried,"What is all this?!"
And saw the reason in the distance
Silhouetted by the sun
Mr.Maggot began to run
For up ahead a building lay
The smoke from which shut out the day
Mr.Maggot reached the doors
In front of which played two bug boys
"What is this place?" Asked Mr.Maggot
"The Fart Factory" They both answered
"Fart? Factory? But, why?"
"We don't know."
"We're just two flies!"
They flew away and the factory opened its doors
And Mr.Maggot walked into the odor
Inside the room he could not breath
He tried to move but could not see
Mr.Maggot lit his torch
And what he feared was even worse
He stared into their six aborted eyes
A monstrous mound of flesh covered in black flies
One huge mouth gaped from its breast
Mr.Maggot had found the Mescht Queen's nest
"Who dares to disturb our slumber?"
"Who could brave this stench, I wonder?"
"He will soon take his last breath!"
Spoke the three-headed fetus Queen who'd cheated death.
The filthy farting fetus queen devoured Mr.Maggot.
Before he knew it he was slipping, sliding down their gullet.
All that he could hear was the chanting of the queen.
Farts mescht! farts mescht!
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about
Our debut album. Nine tracks of music that our other bands wouldn't let us play.
credits
released January 28, 2010
Anna - Vox
Forest - Accordion / Vox
Sergio Typhoon - Bass / Vox
Muggles - Keys / Vox
Bobby - Drums
Wally - Guitar / Vox
Recorded by Charles Powell at Battlefrost in San Diego, CA.
Mixed by Adam Wollach.
Mastered by Charles Powell.
Anna - Vox
Forest - Accordion / Vox
Sergio Typhoon - Bass / Vox
Muggles - Keys / Vox
Bobby - Drums
Wally - Guitar / Vox
Recorded by Charles Powell at Battlefrost in San Diego, CA.
Mixed by Adam Wollach.
Mastered by Charles Powell.
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Jan 2010
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