POEMS AND LYRICS:
Call Me Back, Damned Whores, Dead Pet, Fads Are For Fags, I Want To Kill You, Sex Bustin'
(BY THAD)
CALL ME BACK
Where in the hell can you be?
Why are you ignoring me?
Can't you hear when your phone rings?
I need to talk, converse with you, about so many things
I've got a lot to say, it's frustrating
I need someone to listen
And I need you to be a good friend
But when I call, you're never home
And you have blocked me from calling your cell phone
Call me back, why won't you call me back?
I've just been waiting this whole time
Call me back, why can't you cut me some slack
You're not very kind
Call me back, why won't you call me back?
Call me back, why can't you call me back?
Call me back!
You don't seem to understand
Just how desperate I am
I need to wait by the phone
And until you call, I can't leave home
If I do, I might miss you
So I'll give it one more hour or two
I have to pee, just really quick
I hear ringing, then say "shit!"
And when I run to pick up the phone at last
There's no one there, cause you hung up too fast
Oh, call me back, I hope you call me back
I've been waiting such a long time
Call me back, I think I'm going to crack
I mean lose my mind
Call me back, I hope you call me back
Call me back, or did you call me back?
Call me back, no, you don't call me back!
DAMNED WHORES
Damned whores call me a freak
Damned whores get a fucking kick in the teeth
Damned whores always get laid
Damned whores get diseases while getting paid
Damned whores, fucking shit
Damned whores make me fucking sick
Damned whores, fucking hos
Damned whores get kicked in the nose
Damned whores make me so mad
Damned whores deserve to get hurt really bad
Damned whores damned whores, down on all fours
Damned whores damned whores, can't take no more!
Damned whores all on the street
Damned whores are so fucking dirty and cheap
Damned whores shop in the malls
Damned whores I just want to bash in their skulls
Damned whores, fucking hell
Damned whores make me fucking yell
Damned whores, fucking sluts
Damned whores take it up the butt
Damned whores suck lots of dick
Damned whores I'd like to beat them with a stick
DEAD PET
I had a cat for about ten years
Until this dude had too many beers
Then ran over my cat with his car
But after that he did not get far
He crashed on the next block
His corpse outlined with chalk
Blood on the seat and dash
Oozing out from his gash
Blood on the road, gushing from my cat
On the tire from where he went splat
Then I came out with a baseball bat
Dead pet, dead pet
Cannot go to the vet
The driver also died
But that's not why I cried
I can see his insides
I can see his insides
I wrote a song about my dead cat
And about how he got really flat
I did not know what else I could do
So I just wrote, then added a tune
Mad at driver the most
Too late since he's a ghost
Wish he survived the crash
So I could get to smash…
His face a few times before he died
Instead of just his quick, fatal ride
Now I am just feeling sad inside
Dead pet, dead pet
And I really regret
That on the day he died
I let him go outside
I can see his insides
I can see his insides
In the middle of writing this song
I went out for a game of Ping-Pong
Because I was extremely depressed
I needed to prove I was the best
My opponent beat me at the game
I got pissed off, then wrote down his name
On my hit list, with ten other guys
Took a crowbar, man, were they surprised
I was very angry, like I said
To feel better, I made people dead
But I became a killer instead
Dead pet, dead pet
There is no need to fret
Hundreds of people died
From all my homicides
I can see their insides
I can see their insides
Dead pet, dead pet
Cannot go to the vet
Dead pet, dead pet
Nothing that I regret
Now I feel energized
Every time someone dies
I can see their insides
I can see their insides
I can see their insides
I can see their insides
FADS ARE FOR FAGS
Lots of teens wear clothes that are considered cool
Dressing like 99% of the students at their school
With many acquaintances that know their name
How can anybody tell the difference when you look the same?
Always wearing jeans that sag
Now I say fads are for fags
Sporting all the name brand tags
Now I know fads are for fags
I try to avoid all trendy types of shirts
Someone said I was gay and that I probably preferred skirts
They just mock me because I don't look like them
I said fads are for fags and I'm certainly not one of them!
All the same clothes on your shelves
Why can't you think for yourselves?
Pack the same stuff in your bags
Now I know fads are for fags
Wore my hair down long instead of spiked and short
So I was made fun of for not keeping with the others' sort
I'm often accused of having a closed mind
But I've seen your open minds are only open to your kind
Most people just make me sick
Conformity's pathetic
If it's hip you'll dress in drag
Now I know fads are for fags
I WANT TO KILL YOU
When I try to be nice, I have to pay the price
You become a big jerk, pacifism doesn't work
This happens all the time, when I try to be kind
You want to start a war, I can't take it anymore
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you
Kill you, kill you, till you die
I want to stab you, I want to stab you, I want to stab you
Stab you, stab you, in the eye
You are just a dumb ass, I'll shred your face with glass
Then gouge with lots of glee, you're eyes, so you cannot see
Couldn't leave me alone, so I'm smashing your dome
Lead pipe caving your brain, you will never think the same
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you
Kill you, kill you, till you die
I want to hurt you, I want to hurt you, I want to hurt you
Hurt you, hurt you, you know why
You are such a bad guy, laugh at me while I cry
So I'm splitting your head, soon it will be flowing red
Metal spike in your throat, on your own blood, you'll choke
Break your bones with a bat, I would love to do just that
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you
Kill you, kill you, till you die
I want to burn you, I want to burn you, I want to burn you
Burn you, burn you, till you fry
I really hate you, I really hate you, I really hate you
Hate you, hate you, you know why
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you
Kill you, kill you, in the eye
SEX BUSTIN'
Driving up Angeles Crest at night, messing with all the parked cars I discover
Pull up right behind a darkened car, then shine my headlights on the naked lovers
This is what I’ll envision later tonight, while jerking off under my covers
Sex bustin'
I’d like to see them get far
When my brights shine in their car
Going around and ruining tender moments of those without tinted windows
It’s so fun to watch them freeze up in shock, realizing they’re no longer alone
Maybe I do this because I’m just bitter that I don’t have a girl of my own
Sex bustin’
I doubt they’ll park here again
After my rude intrusion