Horny, Hungry, Hungover

by The Green Lung Grinders

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released February 28, 2014

Vocals: Emily Grace
Guitars: George Jacques, Bruce LeGrow
Bass: Tyler Jacques
Drums: Kirby Vicaire

Recording: Ian Noble @ Dick's Last Resort
Mixing: Bill Glencross
Art: Tom Purvis

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Track Name: Text by Text (You'll Get My 140 Characters or Less)
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Track Name: Agents of Satan (One Minute of Violence)
Law enforcement: the barricades
Stuff my pocket for clemency

Politicians: devil’s right hands
Suck my cock for immunity
Track Name: Surgery
Exploratory prostate surgery!
We ain’t got a shrink ray
Oh, but it’s OK
Somehow you fit your head up there

Our yellow submarine swims through the mustard gas

Unlubricated speculum
Ungloved unwashed hands
Untrimmed fingernails rend…

Render your internal landscape ex-exit only

20 feet of bowel
To wind around fork tines
To braid into a twine
To weave into a towel
To fashion in a noose
To circumscribe your throat
But you bled out long ago
This was just for decadent show

Render your internal landscape XXX
Track Name: Stabbin' Fever
Lubricated
Blade serrated
Eviscerates
Ejaculates blood

My dick’s on the fritz
Lucky my shank doesn’t shrink
Track Name: A Song About Aliens
Behold the cruelty
Unique to our species
No need to feed
We dole it knowingly

Our lust disgusts
Try to enlighten us
Our orgiastic wrath
Infects your path

This is not a dream…

Open my eyes, I’m paralyzed
I am not where I fell asleep
I flee, the freezing ground beneath
Raking my feet and waking me

Alien abortion, abandon…

Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on Earth
Deliver us…
Deliver us…
Track Name: Snowman Strap-on
Used a carrot for a dick
Tip snipped and peeled
Hell yeah
Snowman strap-on
Track Name: The League (of Extraordinary Genitals)
Chase him down and flay him
In bread crumbs fillet him
In the cast iron sauté him
With a glass of wine rosé him

And now suddenly
This is about Sean Connery
Do a line, build a bridge
I wouldn’t even look at his dick
I don’t even have the guts
To turn on the spotlight when I fuck
I digress, as always
I don’t growl like this when I get laid

[Solo: Bruce]
Track Name: Pizza Lovers
Your list of deal-breakers was a mile long
Bits of eggshell always embedded in my feet
Keeping my headlights off of you, dear
I stumbled in the dark
I’m sorry
(Fucking sorry my heart broke)

How do you like making minimum wage
To spit in people’s food to alleviate your existential rage?
Wish I could have broken your rules

Swore you wouldn’t do what you would do
What he wasn’t, neither were you
On our couch an “experiment”
In our beds you “took advantage”
Happy fucking New Year’s Eve!
Laid off; mopped the floor with me
Trash of which you slashed free
On acid smashed into a tree
Six hours later
Track Name: Crack This Clock
Colin Turnbull
Track Name: Armadildo
It comes out of the ground
Watch out!
Track Name: Oscar
She pays
Your way
You whore…

For smokes and sandwiches
And yet I would give anything
To drag your deadbeat ass through life

How far does it go?
She pay your child support?
Pay down on your amp?
Your overdue rent?

Hope she abandons you
Before you fucking leech her dry
And it fucking ruins you inside

Why should I envy her?

[Solo: Bruce]

Battery cauterize
My dying plea on brick in chalk
Fall silent, concrete jungle

This too shall pass
Hurry…
Hurting…
Track Name: Syndrome of a Crown
Spew your coronation
Into your throne of porcelain
We vomit money at your feet
But find no milk at your dried-up teat

We trip over ourselves
Competing for a handout
Showering you with offerings
Hands into which to sink your teeth

Your memory for detail is
Sharper than your sword in my spine

Your lust to penetrate all walls insatiable
The more you touch to turn to gold
The less each piece is valuable

The true sovereign minted
Metallic disembodied heads

All for aught…

Of what damn use are you to me?
Everything in your life is free
You’re never held responsible
Serpentine charm always absolves

How and when did you seize the throne?
Taking over total control
Grinding to dust my heart of stone
With merciless fists of iron

God save the Queen, Her Majesty
Arrogant sons, terrible teeth
Her fragile neck exposed beneath
Blood diamonds in a laurel wreath

Smile and wave…
God, just see me