The Passion Of The Crust, by Space Bong

The Passion Of The Crust

by Space Bong

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1.	The Protocols Of Space Bong 1-12 04:37	lyrics
Don't want to get in your face But get the fuck out of mine Nothing intelligent to say All fist and no fucking brains Ignorant Arrogant Inbred scum So fucking sure of your way Jaded as hell Free to cause you hell I don't give a fuck Urge to party and... KILL For the Passion of the Crust How many wars have Godless atheists started? Is this just a rhetorical question? Or can you give me a straight answer? I challenge anyone with religious belief to take a fair share of responsibility for the crimes that have been committed in the name of their God, Share the blame Colonialism, genocide, mass murder, rape State terrorism have been carried out by people who believe in the same God, the same 'good news' as you And yet you share no guilt The flock gives you hope Their apathy gives me even more reason to hate Your cult Your God Your self-righteous words Alcohol revelations Dead bodies line the way Deceased conscience Lead the way Lead the way Insane Confused yet free Unburdened by ideology Rhetoric, your diseased For the Passion of the Crust
2.	Drink Ride Fuck 00:27	lyrics
Hit the beer bongs before we hit the road Revved up scum fucks getting pissed and stoned Our bikes are here The (Turbo)jugend's in Mo Squad madness is ready to begin Drink Ride Fuck Sporting Exquisite denim Party patrol's the message we are giving Taste for fine cask wine It's annihilation time With excess toxins in our heads We're living deathpunk till we're dead Fucking free to live in sin Drinks, drugs and denim Space Bong pays respect to all the bands Who actually take a fucking stand Against the ignorance and insanity Of fucking Christianity, but for now... Freedom calls our tredly to the pub
3.	Scum Fucks Unite 00:52	lyrics
Bored by categories of oppression I'm just another piece of shit asking a question Don't have a clue Don't have a way Only trying my best to survive day by day Scum Fucks Unite Can't help but think that you've lost the plot Beat up on one another just to reach the top Won't take the bait Won't go away Gonna fuck shit up just to have my say Scum Fucks Unite Coming from the underground The whole worlds gone mad Blow everything up It'd all be the same Doing drugs to kill the mundane Find comfort in a cesspool of shit Dead to this world We don't exist A lost generation of trash There comes a time when there's no peace ti be kept Every avenue of compromise is exhausted Dead as dead Kept my cool till the end There's nothing but rage left Alive or dead you're gonna go away broken humiliated Can't help if I kill this plague that stands in my way Do what I do Say what I say I've had enough for today Get out of the way Armed to the teeth with attitude Can't help if I kill When you're dead that's the end... I'm chill
4.	Deathstar 02:04
5.	Fistfuck For Freedom 01:11	lyrics
Fist fuck for freedom Take this you fucking thieves For freedom with each passing day my fist prepares for the ultimate pay back We're all bent over Beaten Raped Silenced Pleasure in sadistic torture Propped as human cattle In the market place of Sodom sold off as pawns Drones we've become Inserted one too many times With the same old lines Profit margin my arse for the last time For freedom Take this your fucking thieves For freedom One on one fist fuck right to the top Right to the top One by one inserted up your bum Up your bum Fist fuck for freedom Take this you fucking thieves For freedom Fist fuck
6.	Fuck The Plot 00:22	lyrics
Fuck the plot Conspire to deny Dumb shit die Commit your life to genocide
7.	Die Yuppie Scum 00:52
8.	This Ain't Friday Night Football 01:39	lyrics
Sat back and watched them play their games for too long now Time we spoke up Take back our shows from the fascist clowns Do they feel like men Flexing their muscles between songs Hitting kids trying to dance when did punk become a gym? This ain't Friday night football Just coz it's a new place to score There's enough macho bullshit in the real world For just a few moments I'd like to feel in control of myself Without a knuckle head jock Trying to knock me out Knock me out You take away the fun So there's the door This ain't Friday night football Just coz it's a new place to score Right shirt Right show Doesn't mean you have a clue Play us for fools but we see through With your fake ideals and fascist crews We keep a close eye On all the fucked up shit you do This ain't Friday night football Just coz it's a new place to score
9.	Time To Die, Boy! 02:23	lyrics
With the barrel of a shotgun Pointed at your eye It's time to die I've had a hard night on the wine Every fucking cunt I see I want to die Can't keep my head space clean Of toxins for too long The urge to kill its too strong It's an overwhelming feeling I have inside Not gonna try to hide Don't care for you Don't care why Pissed off enough not to care Embrace this alcoholic nightmare Anything to kill this hateful affliction Drink the juice Clutch onto the destruction Take your medicine Hate turns to despair Wake up I want to fucking kill Scum Take my fist And shove it down your throat Gutless piece of shit Rip out your voice box Fucking cunt You can't talk Forced to concede this bullshit reality that I'm never free Deal with your shit fucking brain dead prick Power tripping dick I'm so fucking over it One day to live Who to kill Wipe away another Primordial jock motherfucker
10.	The Protocols Of Space Bong 13-24 08:01	lyrics
Impossible to judge what is right and wrong anymore A failing existence A seekers pain grows change with a phase so unsure Way to waste away Or a life in flux Expressed in extremes You're on your knees Looking on as others find comfort in stagnation Fuck Them for Sure If this is it I declare a rejection of all certainty Nihilistic despair A humbled vision shines no light on why we are here I can't see to believe Can this absurd reality get anymore fruitless? Walls that pull us down I dare you to take me on Cowardice sheltered By shadowy claims Failing existence Nihilistic despair Fuck Them for Sure

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released January 1, 2007

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