A split 12-inch with New York's YOUTH GONE MAD (and personally, I think their side is better than ours, haha!)

This release will be a limited edition, 1000 copies only pressing, SOME OF WHICH will be on colored virgin vinyl.

I'll even give you the song titles :)

Youth Gone Mad's Side

1) Frogman From Mars
2) Timmy
3) Ice Planet Hell
4) Conya
5) Weekend Punx

Butt Trumpet's Side

1) Pimples On My Butt
2) Green Cloud
3) The Carpet Mining Song
4) Bloodstains (Agent Orange Cover!)
5) Venus In Furs (Velvet Underground Cover!)
6) I'm Ugly And I Don't Know Why (Karaoke Version!)
7) Yesterday I, The Prequel (4-track demo version recorded in Thom and Bianca's living room in 1993!)

FEATURING ARTWORK BY ENA (YGM) AND KLARK KUNT (BT), BOTH!

Once it's finished (it's going to manufacturing this week, finally!), it will be available on this profile, as well as YGM's profile, our web sites, and the trunk of a car near you! ;)

IF someone wants to help distrubute this, let me know.

Fan: Hey Thom, come to our town and play! I've been your biggest fan for years and years and would love to see you live!

Thom: Well, we have a new EP out. Maybe you could support us. We have kick ass new t-shirts too and stuff. That would help a LOT to make a tour possible...

Fan: Oh wow, I never read your page! I didn't know! So tour and come play here man!!

Thom: Well, to do that I have to be able to keep the band alive long enough to actually get there and back. Unfortunately, the members of my band are human, and thus they need stuff like food and shelter. The van also needs gas which ain't cheap.

So tell me, will you support Butt Trumpet by maybe picking up a copy of the new EP or perhaps a t-shirt or something so that we can get the band fund saved up to actually tour and to get there?

Fan: Nah, I'm broke.

Thom: Are you drunk right now?

Fan: Hell yeah!

Thom: Are you stoned right now?

Fan: Hell yeah!

Thom: And you found the money to pay for THAT right?

Fan: Well, uh....

Thom: So basically you're just a fucking drunken, stoned TARD who doesn't have the faintest clue that an honest punk rock band can't do JACK SHIT without the support of their fans?

Fan: I... uhhh.... (takes a hit off a bong). Well, kinda...

Thom: How about this... why don't we tour off of the money that we can make sucking corporate dick? Would that make you happy if we sold out, because you can get drunk, get stoned and have a nice crappy sell-out, corporate version of Butt Trumpet to listen to. After all, what's more important, artistic integrity -- or -- you getting to see us for free?

Fan: Well don't you play free shows sometimes?

Thom: Every chance we get, actually. That's not the point. We've invested our life savings into making high quality merchandise for you, as well as a brand new recording that people have been begging us for for years and years.

IF you want us to tour and play in your town, you have to help make that happen by supporting us because without you our only other option is to suck corporate pole, and well, we just won't do that. Again, we have integrity.

Fan: Most bands suck anyway. They are all clones of each other.

Thom: That's because so-called "fans" aren't supporting the good bands with their wallets. Thus, those bands can't afford to stay together, pay for recordings, make those recordings, buy the gear they need, buy the gas to tour, buy food to eat and stay healthy on the road, etc. etc. They can't be HEARD because they cannot afford to put anything out there. They certainly can't afford to tour for free. So what you get is a constant dose of sell-out, "suit sponsored" generic bullshit to listen to.

You don't believe me? Leave your house right now. Leave your wallet at home--all of your money, leave it at home. Now go try to travel the country. Let me know how it goes for you, I'm curious.

Actually, I have a BETTER idea: grab four of your friends and have them do the same. Have them leave their wallets at home. Now go travel around the country. Tell you what, I'm a sporting man. You can start with a full tank of gas even!

Fan: It's not my problem, I'm just one person!

Thom: You're right, it's not your problem: it's your FAULT.

The scene sucks because YOU ARE IT.

Fan: But I (takes another toke) umm... oh fuck it, you're just an asshole.

Thom: Ahhh yes, the convenient way to label me. Makes a great excuse to stay drunk, stupid and lazy. Anything but getting off of your ass and helping to nurture your scene right?

Honest bands can barely exist in the world today thanks to so-called fans like you.

Fan: So does that mean you're not going to come and play in my town?

Thom: Sorry, but you can pay for your own entertainment. You obviously do when you find the money for your chemical entartainment. I'll only take this band places where we're appreciated.

Enjoy your high, asshole.

FEEL FREE TO COMMENT OR ASK MORE QUESTIONS IN COMMENTS, I’ll answer them there too.

BREED Asks:

“When did your interest in punk music begin to evolve into something bigger? And what is the number one band that inspires you?”

ANSWER:

From day one, and I mean that literally. I was already making music at 9 years old and actually was in a band that put a record out at 13. So I’d say pretty much when I started listening to music in earnest, at all, was the same time I wanted to participate in creating it as well.

I do not have a number one band that inspires me. I’m inspired by so many things, including many things that are non-musical, that I usually just sum it all up by simply saying “Life” is my influence. Seriously, my tastes are so fluid and I am so hungry to explore new things, musical or otherwise, that it’s impossible for me to “pin down” a favorite band above all others.

BITCHFACE THE SHMURGUL FAE (Carrie) Asks:

“How did you like playing that shithole at the stash spot...under the freeway in Seattle?”

ANSWER:

Actually, in my opinion, it’s not, as you term it, a shithole. As a matter of fact, I’d go as far to say that places like that are what drive scenes in the first place. Some of the most memorable shows BT ever did (or shows I’ve ever seen for that matter) were in intimate spots such as that.

Some amazing bands through history started out in living rooms and garages because no one else would give them a chance to play in their early days. Hell, even Nirvana was one of them, for example. Butt Trumpet’s first ever show was in a garage and I have the video to prove it. I can name many more.

To make a place like that work, someone has to open up their home. Bands have to share gear. No cover was charged and it was all-ages as well. The intimacy between band and fan was greater than in a club because by default, in a place like that, everyone must be an equal.

I can go on, but maybe I can ask you a question in response?

How about you show a bit of respect to the people that go out of their way to provide shows like that for you, for free by opening up their home and paying the bills to make something like that happen for you and ask nothing of you in return except maybe a donation which I’m sure you didn’t bother to give? Hmm?
 
TONY Asks:

 “I got ?'s
where were you born
what was the first album you got
your 1st band
best memory of bianca
brothers & sisters , what do they do
who'd work with if you could
why does the guy in the band look like a turned out dave grohl just joking
where do you see yourself in 2 weeks
kids, dogs ,wife , what the fuck
if you could be any tree , would you be up-rooted
drink / smoke/toke?
if jessica simpson was on fire.............
richard pryor
george bush
my fucking fingers hurt
new bands your into
old bands your into
why L.A. sucks
well you get the point ......i never shut the fuck up”

ANSWER(S):

I was born in Youngstown, Ohio.

The first album I ever got was “Billion Dollar Babies” by Alice Cooper.

My first band I’d rather not mention (heh).

My best memory of Bianca was the day I met her, leaning up against a fence. I asked her if she played guitar because I was starting Butt Trumpet and needed a guitarist. She said she played bass. I took her number anyway but told her I already had a bass player (Zebra who is now in Hot Damn! actually…) she replied, “Why not have two?” I thought it was a dumb idea but while driving home I realized it was brilliant. I called her and she then told me “There’s only one problem—I don’t know how to play real well just yet.” I thought that was hilarious so I started helping her with lessons and put the band on hold for a few months until she could get up to speed. She was SO into it that she would break into my apartment and I’d come home to find her asleep in my bed clutching her bass like a teddy bear! I’d gently wake her up and the first words out of her mouth almost always were “Can I have another bass lesson?”

I have one brother and one sister. My brother builds houses in Florida, he has his own company. My sister lives in upstate New York and spends most of her time being psychotic.

Actually, I’ve already worked with just about everyone I ever wanted to in some capacity or another, either through Butt Trumpet, Flipside Fanzine or as a booker for clubs like Raji’s and Al’s Bar here in Los Angeles. If I had to pick one anyway, I’d probably pick Xenu, the galactic overlord of Scientology. I think it would be fun to blow up volcanoes and make more body thetans. Of course, I’d invest in E-meter manufacturers stocks right before we did this though (don’t tell the SEC, ok?!). Then I’d cash out and start a record label, heh.

(I’m not going to answer a few of the silly questions because there’s no real answer that I can give).

In two weeks, I see myself as being two weeks older than I am today. Duh.

I do not drink, I am almost 14 years sober. I smoke cigarettes off and on (back on now) and do not toke. I never liked weed because it makes me paranoid.

(I’m going to skip a few questions)

L.A. sucks for one reason and one reason only: because the kids in Los Angeles are too lazy to contribute to their scene. They’d rather sit around and bitch about it than actually do something about it. It’s tragic. This is one of the main reasons I started BT back up, actually. I was sick of being bored and in true Flipside fashion, I wanted to “Be more than a witness” again.

STRAWBERRY DOUCHE Asks:

“What made you want your current drummer?”

ANSWER:

I played a show with Old Major (Skinnee’s band at the time) at a club called Fitzgerald’s in late 1994 with a beta version of what is now the new Butt Trumpet (that didn’t work out). Skinnee blew me away and we kept in touch. A few months later he wrote me and told me he wanted to come to Los Angeles and if he did would I help him find a band? Well, it turns out that we were having stability problems with drummers so I answered him with a “get your skinny ass out here and you can be in BT!” And so it happened.

BALLSY BROAD Asks:

“1. When / Where did you meet Bianca Butthole?
2. What is your favorite memory of Binx?”

ANSWER:

I answered Question 1 above. As for question 2, I honestly have no “favorite” memory. There are so many and I cherish them all.

P.S. Thanks for spelling “Binx” right. Igave her thatname and hate when people misspell it. Binx was my pet name for her from almost the day we met!

PAUL Asks:

“How come bianca butthole left the band and when with betty blowtorch. And sombody told me she has passed on no offence to the band now just wondering”

ANSWER:

She did indeed pass on, 12-15-2001 in a car accident while on tour with Betty Blowtorch. You can google for more info on that, so there’s no need for me to re-live it by typing out the details here (please).

As for why she left and what actually happened, you’ll learn all of that and more in the “fixed” final version of the “Betty Blowtorch And Her True Life Adventures” movie that is coming out on DVD worldwide in just a few months. You can watch me (and others) tell the full story on screen.

So the answer is, you’ll get the answer and more in a few months.

MYSPACE ADVERTISEMENT BEN Asks:

“I went to the emergency room with a respiratory infection in June of 1995.
That night, Butt Trumpet played with March Hare and Sound of Siren.
I still have the ticket.
Will Butt Trumpet come back to Salt Lake ever again?
If so will I need to shave for the show?
If so can I do a whiskey shot with Butt Trumpet?
I'll hang up and let you answer.”

ANSWER:

We absolutely want to come back to Salt Lake City, especially since that’s the home of the most evil computer company in the world, SCO. I have written a song actually just for the occasion and would love to play it in Salt Lake. Otherwise it will never be heard. It’s JUST for that occasion. So I’m trying to get up there before SCO goes under (for more info on what I’m talking about check out the SCOX financial message board on www.yahoo.com or try www.groklaw.net).

Shave what? Your face, no. Your privates? Yes. Heh.

Sure you can do a whiskey shot. Just don’t freak if some of us choose soda instead (some drink some don’t in this band).

LEARNING IS IMPOSSIBLE Asks:

“What is the best meal to eat when you're stoned?”

ANSWER:

Why, pot brownies, of course!

CANCERBOY Asks:

“1. Crass or SuBHuMAnS?
2. Jelly or peanut Butter?
3. White or Wheat?
4. Jack D. or johnny W.?
5. CSI or Law & Order?
6. Back Gammon or Poker?
7. Pepsi or Coke?
8. Weirdos or Dickies?
9. Church Organ or Accordian?
10. Coffee or Tea?
11. Lock Stock or Snatch?
12. Rap or Hip Hop?
13. James Bond or Austin Powers?”

ANSWER(S):

1. Crass
2. Jelly
3. Wheat
4. Jack D.
5. Doctor Who
6. Poke Her
7. Rockstar Energy Drinks
8. Did more than my share of Coke so I’ll say Pepsi ;)
9. Weirdos
10. Tea
11. SNATCH
12. Neither
13. James Bond

 (Ummm am I supposed to post this as a new bulletin now instead of replying? heh)

KEITH Asks:

“What does it mean to "spoon". There doesn't seem to be one definitive answer to this question.”

ANSWER:

I must look this up in the “Dictionary of Bone” so here we go...

Spoon (v. – spoone) – A form of after-sex pacification intended to keep one’s partner from talking too much once her mouth isn’t full anymore.

I hope this helps!

SPIDERMIKE Asks:

“Describe your encounter with, and interview of, William Cooper. That had to be interesting.”

ANSWER:

Interesting isn’t the word for it. It took over six months of talking before we could even get him to trust me enough to talk on the phone, then about another 90 days of phone calls before he would agree to let us drive to (I guess it’s safe now to say since he’s dead) his secret hideout (no kidding) in Arizona.

Once there, we pulled up in the driveway and he came out of the house holding a gun, pointed at us. He frisked us military style and then allowed us to come inside. Once inside, I was allowed to set up recording equipment (audio and video) and the interview began. I brought the following people with me that day:

Al Flipside
Gus (Flipside)
Liz (Al’s girlfriend)

The interview lasted about four hours I believe. If you’ve read the Flipside articles, I transcribed the entire interview (almost) word for word and we printed it over the course of a few issues since it was so large.

So I still have the tapes of the interview? Yup. Am I ever going to release them? If I can find the bandwidth to do so, probably yes.

MORE-RON Asks:

“How is it working with Felony records? We heard they Suck!”

ANSWER:

Actually, the deciding factor in working with Felony on thiis new EP has nothing to do with them sucking or not.

We did it because they SWALLOW ;)

TOMMY Asks:

“When you coming back to Youngstown??? Christmas? I love the Butt Trumpet and I'm from Ytown, and we are both named Tom,sooner or later it will happen?”

ANSWER:

Believe me, I want to more than you can possibly imagine.

My goal is to, sometime in 2006, to play Cedars at the very least and give that club a show they won’t soon forget. I also plan to make Tommy Simon come OUT of his office and put down the coke long enough for us to toss him into a rehab finally (wink wink).

JAKE NEELY Asks:

“I live in BFE and still have not heard what happened to Sharon Needles....what the fuck?”

ANSWER:

Sharon is doing great! She’s married, has a baby now (a boy, named Zeke and he’s handsome as all royal hell!), lives in a trailer park like she always wanted AND plays in a band called Frankie’s Broken Toys.

Ok that’s all via e-mail SO FAR… if there are more, I’ll add them here… also, FEEL FREE TO COMMENT OR ASK MORE QUESTIONS IN COMMENTS, I’ll answer them there too.

Peace,

Thom Bone

FUNERAL CRASHING TONITE (2:02)
Funeral crashing tonite--Allright
Drive right in and fight--Let's fight
Knock 'em over the head--The Head
Haul away their dead
We got him in a hefty bag
Don't be sad be glad
Your son's in a hefty bag
Hefty hefty hefty
Wimpy wimpy wimpy
Hefty hefty hefty
Wimpy wimpy wimpy
Cruising Sunset Strip--The Strip
Looking for some chicks--Some chicks
Show 'em what we got--We got
Before it starts to rot
We sprayed it with some "Off"
To keep away the bugs
It gives us better luck, yeah
Throw the bag in the back seat
We think the "thud" sounds real neat
Work all week then friday night
We'll all go funeral crashing tonite
Funeral crashing tonite--Allright
Drive right in and fight--Let's fight
Knock 'em over the head--The Head
Haul away their dead
Chicks think that it's great--It's great
The world's cheapest date--Cheap date
Cruising around town--'Round town
We roll the windows down
Hefty hefty hefty
Wimpy wimpy wimpy
Hefty hefty hefty
Wimpy wimpy wimpy
Funeral crashing tonite.

I'VE BEEN SO MAD LATELY (2:16)
Bianca is unable to write the words down because she can't open her fist,
therefore we apologize and are all hoping that she calms down soon.

DICKtatorship (3:24)
Nevermind the painful cries
Just ignore her many lies
Let her rest when she passes out
While she's awake, let her shout
Quickly pour her another cup
Hold her hand when she shoots up
Fuck her when she needs a friend
Then start the shit all over again
Don't fuck with my head, she said
Don't!
Hide the razorblades from the cop
Call the doctor when the bleeding won't stop
Kiss her, tell her she's okay
Then fuck around while she's away
Bring her home give her a line
Now you got her feeling fine
Take a twenty from her purse
Always remember: business first!
Tell her you love her every day
Beat her when she tries to escape
Watch her as she loses weight
Always tell her she looks great
Don't fuck with my head, she said
No...
Nevermind her desperate pleas
Lock the door and hide the keys
Tell her friends she's doing great
Watch her puke and masterbate
Lie her down when she starts to trip
Wipe the drool off of her lip
Wipe the tears off of her face
Fuck her as she starts to space
Does it fuck with your head she's dead?

CLASSIC ASSHOLE (2:27)
Plastic people with plastic lives
They think they're so civilized
I think that they're full of shit
They can suck my fucking dick
Who cut your hair?
Where'd you get those shoes?
I think I'm gonna puke
So-called artists hang at Copymat
Duplicating each other's crap
Virgins singing about sex
We stole this song from X
Wanna be a star
With my new guitar
I'm gonna throw up
Don't know why I feel this way
I think I just need to get laid
This band sure as fuck ain't getting paid
Until we get signed-- then we'll have it made?
Yeah I got my pen
Sign me up for ten
I won't miss all my friends
If I could just fit 'em in the van
You're a classic asshole
You're a classic asshole
You're a classic asshole.

DECAPITATED (:40)
I am incapacitated
Mentally incarcerated
I would be fucking elated
If I were decapitated
Wanna be decapitated
Thinking's way too complicated
It just makes me irritated
Do you have something serrated
Wanna be decapitated
And I've been real constipated
'Cause my brain is overloaded
It'd be nice to be belated
Wanna be decapitated
And I've been real convoluted
And I've been real agitated
And I've been real aggravated
Wanna be decapitated
Life is just so overrated
My brain is so inundated
My supplements are all chelated
Wanna be decapitated
Wanna be decapitated now, dammit
.

DEAD DOGS (1:08)
Dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my garage
I got dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my fucking garage
Dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my garage
I got dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my fucking garage
Dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my garage
I got dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs in my fucking garage
Dead dogs.

I LEFT MY FLANNEL IN SEATTLE (1:32)
Flannel
Seattle
Flannel
Seattle
I left my flannel in Seattle
I left my flannel in Seattle
Wanna go to Seattle and get some flannel
Wanna go to Seattle and get some flannel
Flannel
Seattle
Flannel
Seattle
Do you have some flannel?
Do you have some flannel?
Do you have some flannel?
Wanna go to Seattle and get some flannel
Wanna go to Seattle and get some flannel
Flannel
Seattle
Flannel
Seattle!

I'M UGLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHY (3:10)
I was walking home from school one day
When I saw Danny standing there
I tried to show him my dirty underwear
He showed me his and nothing would compare
And he said
You're ugly
What the fuck gave birth to you?
You're ugly
And I bet your mom is too
You're ugly
Man what's with that doo?
You're ugly because you're ugly
I kinda wonder when I think back to those days
Why did all the boys get scared and run away?
So I looked in the mirror to see if it was true
My reflection looked at me like it was scared too
And it said
You're ugly
What the fuck gave birth to you?
You're ugly
And I bet your mom is too
You're ugly
Man what's with that doo?
You're ugly because you're ugly
(Sharon's extremely sad, depressing yet touching and hope-giving story part)
You're ugly
What the fuck gave birth to you?
You're ugly
And I bet your mom is too
You're ugly
Man what's with that doo?
You're ugly because you're ugly.

THE GRINDCORE SONG (:49)
We've decided not to give you the lyrics to this song because we are sure that
they would entice you to do nasty things to yourself and to others and we
don't wish to be held responsible for it, hail Satan.

PRIMITIVE ENEMA (2:01)
La la, primitive enema
La la, primitive enema
I've been sitting on the pot all fucking day
I've read all my magazines--twice!
I gotta get on with my fucking life
There's one thing left that I haven't tried
I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
La la, primitive enema
I gladly spent the forty bucks
I spend more than that to spurt my nuts--love!
You wouldn't understand the joy I felt
When they finally yanked the butt plug out
I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
La la, primitive enema
People say that I'm full of shit
They don't know the half of it--no!
You might think that I'm sick and wrong
But try it and you'll know where I'm coming from
I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
No, I need a primitive enema
La la, primitive enema
Desperate people do desperate things
You don't know the joy it brings
Desperate people do desperate things
You don't know the joy it brings
La La, primitive enema...

I LEFT MY GUN IN SAN FRANCISCO (1:14)
They all got fucking Birkenstocks
It's fifty fucking degrees out
Some of them don't wear shoes at all
At Haight and Ash you'll find them all
Fucking hippies make me real sick
Ask for change to buy their fix
Some wear shorts and freeze a lot
Think they're cool? They're fucking not
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all those fucking hippies
Die
Die
Die
Die
Wash your hair and cut your dreads
Or else you're gonna end up dead
Get that lice off of your head
Or I will fill you full of lead
They're all rejects from the sixties
Get some jobs you fucking hippies
I'm an easy going guy
But I'm even more mellow when hippies die
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all the fucking hippies
I'm killing all those fucking hippies
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die!

SHUTUP (1:58)
It doesn't matter what the lyrics are because Thom never gets to say them anyway.

TEN SECONDS OF HEAVEN (1:22)
I woke up at 3AM
I had to run to the can
I whipped it out but couldn't pee
I've been infected with yeast
We didn't know we didn't know
That yeast would make it hard to go
We're sorry that we did you wrong
And made it hurt to hold your schlong
Yeast infections are bad
They really make us itch
Put on some cream it'll go away
'Cause if you don't it's here to stay
Hey!
I'm standing there in disbelief
I only wanted some relief
I tried and tried to no avail
Ten seconds of heaven-- now I'm in hell
We're going to the pharmacy
'Cause we are also quite itchy
You're not the only one in hell
It feels like shit for us as well
Yeast infections are bad
They really make us itch
Put on some cream it'll go away
'Cause if you don't it'll never go away
Hey!

YESTERDAY (2:33)
Yesterday
I met you
Stars were out
Sky was blue
And I knew
I wanted to
Be with you
I would always laugh
At everything you'd say
I always thought our love
Would forever be this way
But ten o'clock this 'morn
I went down on you
I took a deep breath
And many chunks I blew
I really cannot deal
With the smell of you
I really love you but
I think that we are through
Yesterday
You were there
I put a rose
In your hair
And I knew
I had to
Marry you
I never thought I'd cry
While you were in my life
I wanted to try
Making you my wife
But when we both woke up
I started to chew
On your labia
And many chunks I blew
I simply cannot deal
With the smell of you
I really love you but
I think that we are through
I love you
But P.U.
I love you
P.U.
Yesterday
.

ODE TO DICKHEAD (:52)
Dickhead
My name is Dickhead
I ain't no inbred
I got a shaved head
Dickhead
I'm only 13
I got a mohawk
I'm gonna floor you
And I live in Portland
My name is Dickhead
I ain't no inbred
I got a shaved head
Dickhead
I'll chase you down
And I'm gonna corner you
Whip my dick out
That'll scare you
My name is Dickhead
I ain't no inbred
I got a shaved head
Dickhead
I have the biggest little dick you'll ever see
But trust when I say you'll be scared of me
You've never felt how I'll make you feel
You will love my two inches of steel
My name is Dickhead
I ain't no inbred
I got a shaved head
Dickhead!

PINK GUN (1:35)
I'm only fifteen and I got a gun
Mommy and daddy had better run
I'm only fifteen and I got a gun
Time to go out and shoot a nun
Cold... hard... steel... PINK!
She's a girl with a little pink gun
Locked down and loaded she's ready for fun
She's a girl with a little pink gun
Na na nana nana nanana na
The bouncer wouldn't let me in the show
He won't laugh when he's full of holes
Blag made me give him head
He can't cum 'cause he's full of lead
Cold... hard... steel... PINK!
She's a girl with a little pink gun
Locked down and loaded she's ready for fun
She's a girl with a little pink gun
Na na nana nana nanana na
Cold... hard... steel... PINK!
She's a girl with a little pink gun.

BLIND (5:18)
Something has gone wrong
We're losing all our rights
Everyone is blind
Everything has changed
Moving every day
Towards a police state
Secret government
Will take it all away
Disinformation
Is your only source
Burying the truth
Keeping us apart
Illuminati
Secret society
What can we do?
What can we do?
Have we all lost?
Is it too late?
What can we do?
What have we done!
I often wonder why
Nobody can tell
Just what the hell
Is going on
Everything you're told
Your entire life
Every single thing
Is a fucking lie
Look around you
Things are not the same
We're letting them win
Who's the one to blame?
Majority
Jason society
What will you do?
What will you do?
When it's all gone
You will be in chains
When it's all gone
You will be their slave
Something has gone wrong
Our minds are numb
We're lobotomized
From mind control
But what of us
Is it not our fault?
We let them rule
We became the flock
Nineteen people
Are in command
You think you know
Just where you stand?
They've got the balls
Of Uncle Sam
What did we do?
What did we do?
It's all gone
We are all their slaves
We are fucking blind
We are all in chains.