You can score some junk to shoot up You can maybe smoke some crack You can be an obscure Art Fag Or eat this tranny's scat And that's sick, isn't it wild, isn't it warped, isn't it weak, isn't it fucked But things can change In fifty years or so, we'll all be dead, and so Let's build heaven on Earth today! My name is Luis Drayton, I'm The Queen Of All Pus I wanna eat your pussy out, I wanna suck you off I want the sun, the moon, the Earth, I wanna take a fit And everything that is the case, I wanna fucking hit Sex, junk, Nazi furs Pussy, punk and three dickgirls One on my prick, one at each tit If you don't like it - eat my shit! My aim is sickly clear, to break this sense of impasse And troll your culture sweetly as I fuck it up the ass I must expose that which it is our instinct to hide Describe that which by nature cannot be described Queer, breeder, pussy bait Kiss, kill and voice my hate Of life-loathing pricks and hypocrite liberal tits One word for you all - cunts! So now we're friends, I'll show you all my box of tranny tricks Some cute self-mockery to save my ass from being kicked A pinch of irony, the finest symbolism, cool A dash of semiotics and a load of junky bull Ah, soul, Sevradol Hip-hop, Grindcore, Rock 'n' Roll So now that you know about my whole shtick On with the pseudo-Post-Modernist shit Where you play the foreskin, I play the grit And those who disdain can suck till they're sick A cock dipped in AIDS and spread it round quick By dressing in drag and turning some tricks Who'll piss on your chest and shit on your prick So go drown yourselves in a sea of dicks Suck the piles of my Pretty Sick Shit Show!

And I feel the lightbulb While you suck on my tits And while the music plays And as the acid kicks The make-up blonde's so sexy Walk into the night Twisting carjack tattoo Hedgehog hatred fight Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Now, walking down the street All the drag queens twist Walking, pout you sluts You're just the horniest But with the organs cut out Sew up all the seams The fluttering eyelash, smiling Take my shaving cream Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, lick the come off my tits Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, Myra Breckin-a-ribs And as we snarl and we sneer this little girl is cute 'Cause drugs and early death They always seem to suit Off through the sunset clouds The flying Edsel goes Or just a loser's ending Making daisies grow Say fuck me, fuck me, yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck, I'm hiding in your fridge Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, put your tongue in my lips Fuck me, fuck me, beautiful shit Fuck me, fuck me, get your shit on my dick

I love shooting chunks, man, and the way it feels The Texas Record Chainsaw Player, The Electric Eels I love Irish cream and clubbing baby seals And sucking off a pretty dickgirl till she starts to squeal Shooting what I wanna shoot, screwing who I wanna screw If you hate it, I won't bother saying fuck you 'Cause your values pass right through my fingers just like sand And as such bear no relation to my latest demands My demands are for your hearts, your minds and something to lick From a cloud that ain't no bigger than a tranny's dick I got something sweet to share with you, you just can't miss "And it goes a little something like this" It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll that drives us insane It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing Chorus: Fanny batter, fanny slops Shallow minge, syringe, you know I might go shopping as we go, oh no, I hate you Turn the lights off Say, fanny batter, come and suck my cock I love peroxide, I love puride I'd love to open up your hole and get inside I'm a table, I'm Tourettic, I'm a baby lamb The lamb of God, you pathetic excuse for a man I love to scandalise, I love to delight It's only right you should be feeling uptight I know the three falsest concepts - the soul, sin and hell And we stay in the finest hotels And I don't kid myself 'cause I'm not female So up the anchor, cast away and then we'll set sail My name is Luis Drayton and you know I'm Pretty Sick And I'm a fu-fu-fu-fu-fucking prick It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll that drives us insane It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing Chorus Now why'd I feel a need to empathise with your pain? And why'd that motherfucker leave the cake out in the rain? 'Cause sinuis-sinusitis is a cognitive bitch Yet these moving things mean more to me than flesh, blood, shit The saint is old and rich, an atom bomb is in the kitchen And despite the shunky itching, gonna keep on pussy bitching in your face "And you ain't going no place" My dearest wish to be a cosmonaut of inner space And be the tranny faggot breeder on my thousandth face 'Cause I'm Prometheus, Horus, Narcissus and more And my penis is red rubbing sore It's all about the pleasure, all about the pain About the Rock 'n' Roll-a-rollaroll, as John Cale would say It's all about these nightmares, they're my favourite things So light your candles, fellow Christians and sing Chorus x2

Shot one, shot lick, shot two, shot sick I've an abscess on my ass, oh, I just gotta pick And when I'm done, I wanna pick a fight with everyone I hate And everything that's contributing to my doubtful mental state I wanna fight the concept of a human insect class Conceived by other insects wanna stomp an insect ass This abscess is a motherfucker as all other else Especially as this other abscess is our motherfucking selves Chorus: Slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit my enemies' throats Suck one, suck lick, suck two, suck sick Fuck the fear of solitude which makes a fucking prick Fuck the prick who rapes a cunt, yeah, with an all-consuming hate Fuck the cunt who thinks a prick's an instrument of rape Screw this weird compulsion of a man to drape himself in sheets A ghost in drag, go burn a cross and lynching real sweet This demonising instinct's detrimental to our health This distortion which we fail to see within ourselves Chorus I wanna slit the throat of deception And take a hammer to this shining glass wall I wanna slit the dreams of the righteous I wanna rearrange the features of it all 'Cause with a kitchen knife that's sharpened nice, I'll catch my prey and stab 'em twice, then kill the motherfucking cunts Chorus Kill one, kill sick, kill two, kill quick I wanna off this strange condition, wanna off it quick I wanna off the concept of a blessed, holy, violent fate 'Cause the inquisition, man, it weren't so fucking great I wanna off the terror that defines all psychic pain Pain that clogs the veins and cakes the brain and drives a man insane So off this them and us, 'cause them and us is dripping pus So off the biggest enemy, the enemy is us Chorus Slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, not shit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit, I wanna slit I wanna slit my enemies' throats

And I want you, you hurt my health You make me closer, your better self And though I'm feeling something's wrong I know it won't be for very long 'Cause I just cannot go on living This feeling slipping side You make me hurt in pushing through So pull me down and shoot me up and make me feel so high You make me pretty in your face And I'm so pretty in your face You make me pretty in your face You know I'm pretty in your face It feels so tragic when you're gone And though you worry, you lead me on To heartbreak hotel, I've got to go So since you kill me, kill me slow I think you look so pretty as The truckling eyelash twisting feels so sick Don't look like Hello Kitty, though So drug me, sag me, slut me, shag me, suck me Make me oh so bitter Pretty in your face And I'm so pretty in your face You make me pretty in your face You know I'm pretty in your face And I'm so pretty in your face You know I'm pretty in your face You make me pretty in your face You make me pretty in your face

Women, nature's punching bag x4 You didn't get me a beer You were one minute late with dinner You bought the wrong kind of beer You wanted a career Women, nature's punching bag x4 You forgot to cash my unemployment check You're having your period You want to visit your mother You want to have another kid Women, nature's punching bag

Seen through the sunlight A bright, shining pool But what lies beneath Is it pretty or cruel I might feel fearful But it's still my fate To dive in the water Before it's too late Violence ain't pretty Self-hatred don't shine I wanna make flesh These fireworks of mine Don't read me no Bible Don't sing me no hymn I've no need for idols Just what lies within And just like in a story This sense of sin is wrong We are the highest power We're the self-chosen ones We are not fallen angels Instead we're rising scum The best is yet to come The best is yet to come And just like in a story This sense of sin is wrong This glittering highest power This cute pretentious song We are not fallen angels Instead we're rising scum The best is yet to come The best is yet to come

Risk, pain, risk, pain, GG Allin and Francis Bacon said the same And thirteen years on, shit, I done collapsed my veins But don't regret a thing, like that motherfucker Robert Relf See, I'm a motherfucker too, the difference is I love myself 'Cause sinusitis, man, you wanna apple lattice pie? That's why I got this steel hemet, to protect what's inside So to clutch at life and troll its ass, man, just to get a rise 'Cause I know that every time I close my sickest pretty eyes... Now - inspiration is my weapon, a Beretta twelve, I think And my rapping's like my asshole, 'cause they totally fucking stink This shit is scat, a call to ass, to all the sickest core From Horus, God of sky, protection, pussy punk and war This queen who fell to Earth, you know I'm heaven-sent, Destructo porn that's born of love and just a little contempt For your apathy, 'cause sudden death-end syndrome's such a bitch, you see And every time I close my eyes, well, it could be... A-kill-laka-Luis-gasm-rage, 'cause violent sex is nothing new I wanna score a fucking key and shoot it up with Sue Then smash my head against the wall, like GG Allin, knock me out Or Burroughs, Sid and Noosha Fox, the kind of people I'm talking about Sweetheart, you can't get it up, I laughed until I shat The still point that all else revolves around is sex, the central fact You want some inspiration, then let's fuck, these sexual rhymes Sorry I bore you, fags and art fags, I guess the nineteenth time I come could be... The final curtain, final call, let's not forget the final hit But these won't be my final words, because I'm full of shit You see, my fear of psychic death is that which makes me kiss and kill and fight And jump the bones of everyone within my sight Now - the cardboard cut-out sun comes up The cardboard cut-out landscape calls This dawn, I'm trusting, isn't false And looking out, I want it all I wanna snatch reality by sex, a little stealth Yet underneath the surface, I still feel there's something else...