Satisfaction

[EightLeggedOedipus]

Satisfaction
By Pure Bigoted Fashion
Music by Father Bingo
Lyrics by Mbeanis N. Alzin

Satisfaction
Ask the Taxman
It's when you stick your fangs in
And get sanctioned
Something sanguine has hatched inside of me
I have learned to attack so silently

Scattered pieces
Now my niece is never reaching sixteen
Or voting prom queen
Four minutes and she's into my van
And hands are tied
What do I want first?
I can't decide

Satisfaction's the reaction of attraction mixed with fear
Adrenaline
And spending hours while she cowers in the shower
And I'll get away with it all

Rainbow toenails
Faced turned so pale
And I found a tattoo
And it's bad
Too erotic for Dad to approve of it
Sit still because I'm removing it

Satisfaction's when she's asking for compassion amidst nymphette confessions
As a souvenir I bottle tears
I keep the ears so she can hear somebody else's

Everybody knows
Yeah
Nobody can prove it
Yeah, no one can ever prove it now

Any fool can break the rules
And it's nothing special
Up her dress
Call me whatever you want
I know what I am
I feel like a God
Goddamnit, man

Satisfaction's getting action when she's lapsed into those post-mortem twitches
Witness relocation keeps me safe from suckers framed
I'm off to find another victim

I'm off to find another one

[drë]

<b>Satisfaction</b>
<i> Andre was here at midnight</i>


Call your number, a thousand times before
You don’t answer, to let me say hello

Hello, hello
Is anybody there?
Is anybody there?
I can’t go, before I say hello

I just realize we never die,
We just fade away like a dying star
We fight the fight, to always be satisfy
Always keep hanging on , something to live for

And everybody needs, a little satisfaction
A little satisfaction
Something they can keep, in their memories
To make them, to make them
To make them feel kings

And am still holding on to the telephone
I can’t let it go, and I can’t let it go
And am still holding on , to the memories
I can’t let them go, and I can’t let them go
So just answer the phone, and let me die happy
Let me fade away, with a smile on my face

And everybody needs, a little satisfaction
A little satisfaction
Something they can keep, in their memories
To make them, to make them
To make them feel kings

[Ryan Rickenbach]

Think up yourself another try
Take a look up
So we can both get high
Another elephant just
passed on through my open door

shuffle your feet as you walk downtown
moss and cracks just sink below the ground
Im feeling slightly woozy
Have you seen that Kubrick movie

Eyes pulled back
and fists pulled near
couch potato clouds are getting near
I need to see your Aunt
Shes got my belt, my socks, my pants

Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've down to me
Yea

Satisfaction
Guaranteed
When you take a
Trip me with..ME

Electric shoes and corny ties
Hanging men upside down and flies
are flying up and down
theyre ruining my evening gown

Slippery slope and now im gone
Falling past my room oblivion
I see the lights and theyre so bright
Im falling through my flight

Hearing seeing touching knowing
Now Ive got your juices flowing
Climbing up the shattered walls
Im breaking all of natures laws

Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've down to me
Yea

Satisfaction
Guaranteed
When you take a
Trip me with..ME

Lay your head now take a rest
The grass is pointing at your eyes you
sleep and hush the earth now that shes
red and fire shes calming down

Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've down to me
Yea

Satisfaction
Guaranteed
When you take a
Trip me with..ME

[jute gyte]

Satisfaction - Jute Gyte:

DEATH

angel,bird of paradise
burrow inside your corpse
lay my eggs in your heart
time wave zero
eschaton
(angel)
world of bullets
(burning)
world of fear
(failure)
born in shit
(futile)
drown in shit

DEATH

cut me open-
beneath my skin
my meat is black
my blood is black
we are worms
bloated with shit
a bright future
satisfaction

december
twenty-second
angels with
compound eyes
futile hope
burning world
god is hate
hell revealed

DEATH