lyrics from the album "LITTLE PIGS, LITTLE PIGS", by Angry Red Planet
all songs Copyright 1987 Angry Red Records
- Ghost of the Crab Nebula
- Mediocrity
- Pasture Time
- Cheapskate
- Dark Ages
- Rockycide
- Hog Day Afternoon
- Right Stuff
- What I Do
- Fuckwad
- Slice O' Life
- My Oil-Soaked Existence
- March of the Mantis
when i was a little boy, up in my momma's womb,i did not want to leave that place for all this doom and gloom
but doctors pulled me outta there with drugs and cold forceps, and now i just keep coming back to what i
love the best...........she said jump....................my momma said jump...........................!
J U M P O F F T H A T B O O T Y C R A C K ! !
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FESTERING IN FESTUNG AMERICA, CONTEMPLATING DESTRUCTION IT'S JUST THE RISING TIDE OF
AS FAR AS FUN GOES, I SEEK CHARACTER BUILDING CORRUPTION MEDIOCRITY, COMING UP THE BACK OF
EYES ATTRACTED BY A WATCH OF TIME MY THROAT OUT DAMN SPOT, CAN'T
IT TIES MY HANDS, I CAN'T SHAKE IT STOP THIS ROT IN THE SEA THE
SINKING FEELING, IT'S A STINKING CRIME SHIT WILL FLOAT
I FIND SOMETHING I MAKEAND I GO BREAK IT
SOME SAY KIDS NEED TO PRAY, JUST FORCE IT INTO THEIR HEADS. COLD CASH WON'T TEACH THEM TO
THINK: THEY'LL TAKE SOME UPPERS AND FORGET WHAT YOU SAID. TEACH THEM ENOUGH TO THROW A
BRICK, THEN LET THEM TRY TO FIND A JOB. LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF SOME CIVIC LEADERS-THEY
THINK IT'S EASY TO RUN THE BRAINLESS MOB IT'S JUST THE RISING TIDE OF MEDIOCRITY
DECADENCE COMES NATURALLY
SKYSCAPERS TUMBLE AND FALL
DEBRIS IN THE STREET SAYS IT ALL
GO TO THE DOORKNOB, IT COMES OFF IN YOUR HAND. YOU'RE STUCK INSIDE WITH THE REST. THINGS
WE BUILD, WE BUILD TO FALL APART AND THE FIXIT MAN CAN'T PASS A READING TEST. SIMPLE
THINGS ARE ALL HARD NOW. THE SIMPLE SKILLS ARE ALL LOST. YOU CAN STILL PAY TO GET THE
BEST, BUT, THOUGH, THE BEST IS NEVER WORTH THE COST.
IT'S JUST THE RISING TIDE OF MEDIOCRITY
JUST A SIGN OF THE TIMES
WILD ANIMMALS ROAMING THROUGH THE CITY
THE GOOD IS GONE, NOW THERE'S NOTHING
LEFT BUT CRIME
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I SAID I'M GONNA BE AN OLD MAN WITH A HUNCHED OVER BACK
GOT NO PROSTATE BUT GOT A WIFE LIKE A SACK
I AIN'T GOT A LOT, YOU KNOW, I DON'T GOT LOTSA MONEY
SO JUST SIT ME DOWN SOMEWHERE,LIKE,NEAR THE SHADY TREE,BABY
i've been wondering why you'd wanna miss out
on your pasture time when it's the way you
always wanted it to be when you were younger,
man,what a bummer.................no jive!
I SAID I'M GONNA BE A MEMBER OF THAT OLD MAN RACE
CAN'T GET NO SEX WITH MY SKIN FALLIN' OFF MY FACE
I AIN'T GOT A LOT, YOU KNOW, MY HEALTH AIN'T TOO GOOD
THE ONLY SWELL THING IS MY GRANDKIDS, THEY'RE REAL COOL
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"s'il vous plait,"
said the vagrant
as he knocked
over another
t r a s h c a n
bloody vomit and
goiters on his
neck, "uh,...hey,
pal, can you spare
me bus fare home?"
the streetlamp
ignored him, the
bank clock said,
"it's four a.m."
"yer all bastards.
"yers can all go to
hell for how you
act in this life,
c h e a p s k a t e."
...and he passed
out and knocked
over another
t r a s h c a n
ten minutes later,
an unmarked van
pulled up and took
him and gave him
exploratory
neurosurgery
and the storefront
let out a sigh
of
r e l i e f . . .
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COOK YOUR FOOD OVER YOUR TV WHILE WATCHING RERUN SITCOMS
WHO CARES IF THE LIGHTS GO OUT, IT'S JUST ONE MORE DISTRACTION
NOTHING SEEMS TO BE WORTH THE EFFORT,WHO SEES THINGS GETTING WORSE
ALL YOU SEE IS THE BLINDING FLASH OF A PAIN OF A BRAIN THAT BURST
HERE WE ARE IN THE DARK AGES,STUCK IN A SHUTTERED ROOM
" , WHERE HORROR COMES TO BLOOM......
GOD'S ARISEN FROM THE DEAD,HE IS A MUSHROOM CLOUD
POLLUTED RAINS FALL UNHEARD UPON THE DYING GROUND
CRUSADE OF CHILDREN ON ITS WAY TO MEET HISTORICAL FATE
UNTIL IT COMES,PULL UP A CHAIR,LET'S HAVE A DRINK AND WAIT
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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
ROCKY--articulate defender of freedom
THE UNWITTING PUBLIC-- a vile gang known
for support of mindless films
scene one
[ HERE HE COMES AGAIN, JUST LIKE THE LAST TIME.
HE'S ON THE ROPES AGAIN, A LEGEND IN HIS OWN MIND.
HE POSES AND HE PRIMPS-HIS BODY IS IDEAL.
HE'LL BLOW AWAY THE WIMPS. HIS MIND IS JUST OATMEAL.]
ROCKY: I got a tattered flag that I use to tie
around my head. It's a symbol learned,
tucked inside until all is burned.
scene two
[ TEETH GRITTED LIKE A VICE; EYES NARROW AND MYOPIC.
EJACULATING LEAD, HE HEADS FOR EASTERN TROPICS.
ENEMY ABSOLUTE,HE DRAWS BACK ON THE GUT-STRING.
WITH MACHO, GNARLY GRACE, HE DETONATES THE FOREBRAIN.]
ROCKY: I got a tattered flag that I use to tie
around my head. It's a symbol learned,
tucked inside until all is burned.
scene three
[ A LIFE OF LIVING LIES, THE SEWER STARTS TO BACK UP.
HE CANNOT DODGE HIS FEARS, DO ROCKY STARTS TO CRACK-UP.]
ROCKY: I got a tattered flag that I used to tie
around my head. I tie it up with more and
hang myself behind the shower door.
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take a hog, nice & plump
stick a prod right
up its rump
insert a ring into the
pliers, cram it in its nose
hook a loop into the ring
lead him to the auctioneer
set his bacon in the mud
for everyone to see
start the bid
old, toothless fool
don't forget the auction
rules or you'll end up with
hogmeat that you didn't
really need. . . SOLD!
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YOU'VE SEEN THE DAMAGE,THE EATEN LIES/YOU'VE GOT DIRECTION,IT'S IN YOUR EYES
YOU'LL CARRY THE FLAG IN PROTEST LINES/BUT YOU'LL BE WORKING FOR THE COMPANY IN 5 YEARS TIME
WHAT YOU GOT AIN'T RIGHTEOUS ANGER/WHAT YOU GOT IS NEUROTIC RAGE
YOUR THINKING RUNS ON RHETORIC 'CAUSE YOUR FEELINGS ARE IN A CAGE
CAN YOU HEAR ME CAN YOU HEAR ME CAN YOU HEAR ME CAN YOU HEAR ME
YOU'RE EXTREME, ALWAYS IN PAIN/DON'T IT MAKE YOU WONDER,"IS IT ALWAYS THIS WAY?"
YOU RANT AND RAVE,BUT PEOPLE LAUGH/YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT,BUT THEY STILL LAUGH
YOU'RE FIGHTING WARS THAT NEED TO BE FOUGHT-FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT?
WHY, YOU'RE SO DISAPPOINTED, SO LET DOWN BY THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ARE ALWAYS COMING DOWN
ALL THE RIGHT STUFF,ALL THE WRONG REASONS;YOUR GOALS CHANGE-WHERE'S THE REASON?
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in my
eyes
what do
you see
reflections
of yourself
through the
windows of
my soul
there lies
someone with
no
control my
own head is
a battlezone
can't blame
it all on you
what i do
when i'm
alone cuts
the flesh
bares the bone
what i do
what i do
knocks away a
little more
what i do
what i do
just messes
up me & you
every day's
a step behind
i'm running
toward a door
keeps on gett
ing further
away a little
further every
day do you
know do you
care can you
understand
see my angle
on these
things the
attitude
frustration
brings
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a long time ago, i thought i saw something
so i closed my eyes 'til i could figure it out
i knew that i had to do...well, i had to do something
but i was out of my league--so i retreated
yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah, ya know?
electric stimulation satisfies those needs
from in this nice room, i visit the right parts
of that universe i built-ibuild my walls around my
stereo, t.v., and pool; i don't need nobody now
and now the starving children/ghosts of the murdered
are scratching at my window/howling at my door
i don't care if you're somebody's baby
you're just another fuckwad to me
the rest of this place seems so odd there's all kinds
out there in a small world like this
if i had to place them all, i'd probably go insane
just thinkin' about them gives me a big fucking pain
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HAVE A SLICE OF LIFE,A LIFETIME LONG.
YOU COULD BE RIGHT,YOU COULD BE WRONG.
MY FRIEND,JOE,HE SAYS TO ME,"LET'S
BUILD A BOMB,I SAW HOW ON TV." THAT'S
WHAT WE DID,IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
WHY SHOULD I CARE;I FEEL SO LEAN.I' M
JUST AN ANT IN A COLONY.I LIVE MY LIFE
LIKE I WAS IN A DREAM.THE WORLD'S B&W,
I'M GOING GRAY.GOING THROUGH THE MOT-
IONS IS THE HIGH POINT OF MY D A Y.
I'M A REFUGEE IN A WORTORN LAND; NO-
BODY WANTS ME, NOWHERE TO MAKE A STAND.
GOT ONE DREAM & THAT'S TO STAY ALIVE-
SO MANY WANT TO MAKE A LAMPSHADE FROM
MY HIDE. I'M JUST A GUY TAKEN FOR A
RIDE,HEARD SO MUCH DIFFERENT
SHIT, I'M ALL TORN UP INSIDE .
WENT TO SLEEP AND SOMEONE'S IN
THERE GOING THROUGH MY POCKETS.
THEY'LL TRY TO DO IT TO YOU , SO
YOU BETTER TRY TO STOP IT!
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purple turtles psychopath eating
lettuce shut your mouth when you
chew make sure you floss your
shorts believe you me that's the
problem fuselage and ailerons
concrete shoes and old bon-bons
(fanfare) GROUP SHOUT!
everybody sing together now
harmonize with us,if you know how
shoe trees in far-out lands do
strange things to thyroid glands
hey! it's mr. microphore! (fanfare)
bouncing babies bouncing bouys
melon seeds that are too long
photo film that really says it all
BU LA KA
what's that spell?
bulaka! Bulaka! BULAKA!!!!
wwwwhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
after dinner mints
buy me dinner,miss
sparkling effervescence?
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dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum+
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum*
(repeat +) (repeat *)
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
dum dum dum dum da da da dum
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ALL SONGS COPYRIGHT 1987 ANGRY RED RECORDS
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