whiskeyfightpit

Yeah, so I'm reading a little about our governments Ad Council and their little ad campaigns designed to get Americans to lose weight. It's a cute attempt. I'm sure smokers and crack heads are cured with clever advertising. They never get to the heart of any matter. When they see something careening towards disaster they always put on a small dog & pony show to make it seem like they actually care about other people. Would some commercials absolve you of your guilt if you were "the man" and were complacent in destorying EVERYTHING everyday? I do the mad hatter's death dance around this fucking culture while I cackle away like the morning rooster. Put this fucking dead horse to bed and eliminate EVERYTHING. DO IT NOW!!!

My dream goes as follows. Cheap shit make a quick buck buildings in the fires of hell while I'm running around in a Liberace suit jumping around like Little Richard doin' the voodoo crawl.

"WOOO HOOO! REAPIN IT ALL NOW BABY! YOU KEPT PUTTIN' IT OFF AND PUTTIN' OFF AND NOW ALL THAT'S LEFT IS SCRAP METAL AND ACID RAIN! THERE AINT ANY FLAGS TO WAVE, BABY DOLL. I'M DANCIN' ON THE CEILING NOW, BABY. NO MORE WORK. NO MORE LAW. NO MORE ANYTHING. IT'S ALL SURVIVAL AND I'M A MAD DOG IN THE STREETS."

You cats know of any secret society or cult that is bringing on the end of the world and that is looking for new members?

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Fascism

CAN I TALK YOU INTO KILLING YOURSELF?

I'm digging your new purse
I'm digging your shopping spree
Nothing calms the swell of misery
quite like debt and poison
I can smell the apricots
and animal blubber enzymes
I wanna touch that perfection on sale
Baby, the closet is exploding!
The stores are out of the latest fashion
The dudes have left the food court
Where to go?
Can I put my lips to your ear?
Can I get some of that cyborg time?
Baby, you take the prize
Can I talk you into killing yourself?
Stack your remains next to some peasants
Dig the Belsen scene outiside Urban Outfitters!
It's so chic I'm touching myself
Spend and then get off, honey
Can I talk you into killing yourself?
How about your parents first
and then yourself?
Say it don't show it discount fuck
How about taking out a city block and then yourself?
Baby, layered for the spring season and then scalp the babies
and get off


MY BABY DON'T STAND IN LINE

I think it's time for some serious right shit
Broken jaws and silent mouths
large groups of people just dissappearing left and right
Dig those lines on that suit, oh my!

MY baby don't stand in line
She'll be the first to go
Too much lip and too much brain
All of that shit is so thirty years ago

I think it's time for short haircuts
no tv, books, or certain groups of people
Everything is disposable
All of you babys know this anyway
Ohhh.....gimme BATONS...RIGHT!

Black boots directing traffic
but my baby don't stand in line
Never could keep the bitch quiet
Are those boxcars going to summer camp?

Maybe we were too young to go steady
But these leather trench coats fit like a glove
I love strutting around like a man
Now law and order turns me on

FUCK IT, GRINGO