Malickis Happy Corn Club: An Album Companion
written by: brado creamed corn author: Bradley R. A. Pine
Copyright Bradley R. A. Pine 1993
Published by: brado creamed corn recordings Publishing at: Smashwords
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SATAN SATAN SATAN
satan satan satan he is so fun
satan satan satan he's number one
satan satan satan we all love you
satan satan
satan satan satan his son wears red
the mark of the beast is on my forehead
i can't wait to go to hell when i'm dead
satan satan
satan satan satan loves scooby-doo
satan satan satan and shaggy too
satan satan satan kill everyone
satan satan
i never cared for this life in the least
sooner or later i will be deceased
and when the time comes i'll be with the beast
satan satan
CYBORG ANTI-CHRIST
separate from civilized life we have entered a germ station
lost communication with god enter with the deviation
a walking time bomb's what we are murderous infatuation
neighbours are fighting in the streets unleash all your aggravation
kill all the mortal enemies let them face retaliation
lose yourself in the thought, and kill for total annihilation
you're all gonna adapt or die feel the discrimination
nothing lives with our solution of burning extermination
born losers are quite dangerous we are one with the retardation
the naked gospel is coming we shall never see salvation
we're mentally overcrowded we can't hold on to sanity
trauma centered inside our mind identify with savagery
prepare yourself for the blood age majorities disintegrate
modus operandi tells all minors to enter the gate
the leftovers speak for themselves can you see all the confusion?
you must meet death to be destined brought about by social fusion
electronics steal the soul delivering us to evil
we are the sand that turns to glass in the afterworld's realm
broke by the hand that burns our grass his majesty, satan, is paged
our work with him has been engaged industrial technology
meets computer biology power and knowledge turns tables
welcome the ones who wear sables they are the unenlightened souls
they came through atmospheric holes the anti-christ is a cyborg
THE WHORROR*
oh oh oh oh oh oh
hey the horror
ooh baby uh yeah
oh the whore
yeah oh whippity wah
do wah day the horror
oh uh oh uh yeah
oh the whore
vampires on surfboards
in the clouds of satan
everybody's prayin'
for a james dean hero
the hospital room's
the only world i've known
i wonder why i've died
and become a zombie
life doesn't taste so good
so whyami still lickin'?
respect me for i am
screamin' my epitaph
sexually discharged
suck (fuck) me like
your semen/demon
the torture is the flesh
the flesh it/is the horror
(*during a hospital stay, the lead singer Brad-o wrote these specific lyrics on a get well card after coming out of a drug induced sleep. Brad-o claims the anaesthetics influenced him.)
MAFIA
we're gonna kill all of you
the pigeons are gonna pay
happy valentine's massacre
we'll throw your bodies in the bay
we are from the old country
we have formed a family
we all come from sicily
we love-a the spagetti
we're gonna kill all of you
stuff a canary in the rat
wear columbian neckties
beat you on the head with a bat
mafia mafia
casino casino
godfather godfather
execute execute
we listen to Sinatra
we obey father pa-pa
the smurfs sing tra-la-la-la(-la-la)
where the hell's jimmy hoffa?
I KILL LITTLE KIDS
you're not gonna hurt me, are you mister?
i just wanna go home to my mommy
i kill little kids i rip off their heads
my name is clifford olsen
locate the dead (parts) per million
fucked the feds just like the kids
i screwed the r.c.m.p.
where could the dead children be?
money makes a family
a donut and some coffee
sells just like controversy
i promise i won't tell anybody
i kill little kids i rip off their heads
i cut off their arms
a spoonful of lucky charms
ugh! murdering i can't sing
pedophile in denial
jesus christ can't save me
satan's sex rape is free
ha ha ha bra bra bra
i'm gonna use my (love) gun
i'm gonna have some fun
i'm gonna use my knife
i'm gonna take your life
serial killer helps the cemetery
comin' after kids they are history
i kill little kids
i rip off their heads
i cut off their arms
a spoonful of lucky charms
MURDER TOWN
come on back come on back come on back
to Murder Town
girls such a long time
since your bodies were found
bitches gotta pay
a flashlight's the way
dare them to
come on back come on back come on back
to Murder Town
serving a little time
then evil’s freedom bound
deal with the devil
media helps to kill
we should all
come on back come on back come on back
to Murder Town
Where you can bloat and float and meet the Maid of the Mist, bitches!!
You sleep with the dead fish in Niagara Falls, baby!!
McBOOGER KENG
I see them come on in to McBooger Keng
Look at all the people that I can kill!!
Do you want fries with that?
SOMETIMES YOU LOVE PEOPLE
Sometimes you love people, more than you love yourself
Sometimes you kill people, more than you kill yourself
Homicide - suicide - let’s not work it out
Homicide - suicide - it’s my ticket out
Looking forward to death, each and every day
Looking forward to death, oh please show me the way
Homicide - suicide - let’s not work it out
Homicide - suicide - it’s my ticket out
Sometimes you love freedom, more than you love the lies
Sometimes you lose wisdom, between her lovely thighs