| Song | Daterape Cookbook |
| Artist | Thought Industry |
| Album | Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. | |
| Propped north ass pastel pillows. | |
| Digest tight | |
| Valentino damp boxes. | |
| Elmer's glazed moron teeth. | |
| Squeel rabbits drip baby oil. | |
| Cock mainline love malted. | |
| Mods carve the pig speared on their spits. | |
| Brent was bored, rolling in his vomit on the chapel floor. | |
| Lost his bankcard, then kicks creamy stalls urine shit 'gotta headache whore. | |
| Permed hair whips farm boys wild. | |
| Gnashing groins prim blast hole. | |
| Screaming | |
| Wilbur's fat dissolves. | |
| Nathan lurch. | |
| Elmer "pulls out". | |
| Chipper New | |
| York ska skanks 78 speed. | |
| Pork steroid film protection. | |
| Dosed Shriner's tiny cars explode. | |
| Brent was bored, picking on the fairy on the disco floor. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the "scene" that his girlfriend's a social whore. | |
| Forgive her. | |
| So punch in her ribs and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane's life means nothing. [II) Joppa Soy Field (Where's Philip Whalen?)] | |
| Bullie Jeb beats my ass, and his slut consumes my blue pills. | |
| The sand in my bubblegum cracks like a spoonful of ants. | |
| Inchworm. | |
| Write down. | |
| Pen all the trash in my head. | |
| Pearl cheek. | |
| Tattooed high. | |
| Four pastor boys caught in bed. | |
| No pants, senator? | |
| Spotted owls rape lumberjacks. | |
| Write down, pen all the smut in my forehead. | |
| Manure wagons stacked skunk weed. | |
| Smoke crack blistered fannie. | |
| Helicopter cops mace wheat rows. | |
| Drunk beatniks escape in chevies. | |
| Naked man dance bonfire, telemarketing grandma. | |
| Duc-tape her mouth, and slit her throat. | |
| Brent was bored, calling in a bomb threat to the republican ball. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the "scene" that his girlfriend 's a social whore. | |
| You whore. | |
| Kick in her face and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane's life means nothing to you. |
| zuo ci : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. | |
| Propped north ass pastel pillows. | |
| Digest tight | |
| Valentino damp boxes. | |
| Elmer' s glazed moron teeth. | |
| Squeel rabbits drip baby oil. | |
| Cock mainline love malted. | |
| Mods carve the pig speared on their spits. | |
| Brent was bored, rolling in his vomit on the chapel floor. | |
| Lost his bankcard, then kicks creamy stalls urine shit ' gotta headache whore. | |
| Permed hair whips farm boys wild. | |
| Gnashing groins prim blast hole. | |
| Screaming | |
| Wilbur' s fat dissolves. | |
| Nathan lurch. | |
| Elmer " pulls out". | |
| Chipper New | |
| York ska skanks 78 speed. | |
| Pork steroid film protection. | |
| Dosed Shriner' s tiny cars explode. | |
| Brent was bored, picking on the fairy on the disco floor. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the " scene" that his girlfriend' s a social whore. | |
| Forgive her. | |
| So punch in her ribs and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane' s life means nothing. II Joppa Soy Field Where' s Philip Whalen? | |
| Bullie Jeb beats my ass, and his slut consumes my blue pills. | |
| The sand in my bubblegum cracks like a spoonful of ants. | |
| Inchworm. | |
| Write down. | |
| Pen all the trash in my head. | |
| Pearl cheek. | |
| Tattooed high. | |
| Four pastor boys caught in bed. | |
| No pants, senator? | |
| Spotted owls rape lumberjacks. | |
| Write down, pen all the smut in my forehead. | |
| Manure wagons stacked skunk weed. | |
| Smoke crack blistered fannie. | |
| Helicopter cops mace wheat rows. | |
| Drunk beatniks escape in chevies. | |
| Naked man dance bonfire, telemarketing grandma. | |
| Ductape her mouth, and slit her throat. | |
| Brent was bored, calling in a bomb threat to the republican ball. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the " scene" that his girlfriend ' s a social whore. | |
| You whore. | |
| Kick in her face and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane' s life means nothing to you. |
| zuò cí : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Milk toast shag scabs greased lips. | |
| Propped north ass pastel pillows. | |
| Digest tight | |
| Valentino damp boxes. | |
| Elmer' s glazed moron teeth. | |
| Squeel rabbits drip baby oil. | |
| Cock mainline love malted. | |
| Mods carve the pig speared on their spits. | |
| Brent was bored, rolling in his vomit on the chapel floor. | |
| Lost his bankcard, then kicks creamy stalls urine shit ' gotta headache whore. | |
| Permed hair whips farm boys wild. | |
| Gnashing groins prim blast hole. | |
| Screaming | |
| Wilbur' s fat dissolves. | |
| Nathan lurch. | |
| Elmer " pulls out". | |
| Chipper New | |
| York ska skanks 78 speed. | |
| Pork steroid film protection. | |
| Dosed Shriner' s tiny cars explode. | |
| Brent was bored, picking on the fairy on the disco floor. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the " scene" that his girlfriend' s a social whore. | |
| Forgive her. | |
| So punch in her ribs and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane' s life means nothing. II Joppa Soy Field Where' s Philip Whalen? | |
| Bullie Jeb beats my ass, and his slut consumes my blue pills. | |
| The sand in my bubblegum cracks like a spoonful of ants. | |
| Inchworm. | |
| Write down. | |
| Pen all the trash in my head. | |
| Pearl cheek. | |
| Tattooed high. | |
| Four pastor boys caught in bed. | |
| No pants, senator? | |
| Spotted owls rape lumberjacks. | |
| Write down, pen all the smut in my forehead. | |
| Manure wagons stacked skunk weed. | |
| Smoke crack blistered fannie. | |
| Helicopter cops mace wheat rows. | |
| Drunk beatniks escape in chevies. | |
| Naked man dance bonfire, telemarketing grandma. | |
| Ductape her mouth, and slit her throat. | |
| Brent was bored, calling in a bomb threat to the republican ball. | |
| Drowns in gossip, and hears through the " scene" that his girlfriend ' s a social whore. | |
| You whore. | |
| Kick in her face and say you missed her. | |
| Fool, you lose. | |
| Her life is nothing. | |
| Jane' s life means nothing to you. |