Rising Scum

by Luis Drayton

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credits

released 24 August 2013

Lyrics: Luis Drayton.
Music: Shaun Ali Bongo.

Vocals: Luis Drayton.
Guitar/bass: Shaun Ali Bongo.
Lead guitar: Jake Maxwell.
Drums: Rees Broomfield.

Produced by Rees Broomfield.

All tracks and artwork copyright Cyclotron 2013.

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Track Name: Sick On
In this nightclub, with the rest of the crud - I get my sick on
Easy to tell, it’s your personal hell - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on
Slutting up the best, still a man in a dress - I get my sick on
Inspiring me with hate, 'cause you’re using backing tapes - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

Pulling cunning stunts like a sick little runt - I get my sick on
Think you can’t be beat, till you’re raped real sweet - I get my sick on - yeah
Dropping ecstasy, wind up in an A&E - I get my sick on
Pretending you’re insane, I wanna ’cause you real pain - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high
The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high

And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
We're slipping like swine
And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
Tonight…

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x4

Nazi diaperfurs and a Serious Cat - I get my sick on
Think it’s yours? It’ll soon be mine - oh, a sick on, I get my sick on
Furry turning tricks, suck a horse till he’s sick - I get my sick on
Snorting coke like you’re rich, fail to screw some bitch - oh, such a sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high
The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high

And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
We're slipping like swine
And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
Tonight…

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x8
Track Name: Snicker Snack
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo

In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot
In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot
In a purple nursery with an adult size cot
In the club I see you turning and I want what you got x2

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-abba-zabba-zoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-wippa-wap-woo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-abba-zabba-zoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-wippa-wap-woo

In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot
In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot
In a purple nursery with an adult size cot
In the club I see you turning and I want what you got
In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot
In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot
In a purple nursery with an adult size cot
In the mirror gazing sweetly as I want what is not

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo
Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo

In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot
In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot
In a purple nursery with an adult size cot
In the club I see you turning and I want what you got x2

Snicker-snacker-mothersucker-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Snicker-snack-lasagna sucker-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo x4
Track Name: Snobby Bitch
V1
Crazy cock-a-doodle is for other men
I gotta pretty face and pretty itsy-bitsy hands
I gotta mind that's never what it seems
A -dreaming wet and kinky slipping dreams
Twisting elements of what I am
Like some supermarket rape packed in a shiny can
No easy clue to who or what or when
In consequence I'm treated like some kind of alien

Chorus
But though, yeah, I know that it's k-k-kinda kitsch
To intrude on you with my tw-tw-twisted snitch
I'll maybe successfully k-k-kiss your itch
Or else, guess that I'm just a sn-sn-snobby bitch

V2
Crazy cock-a-doodle is for other girls
See glitter through their fishnets and a string of pearls
Telling me what lies so deep within
A -telling me I don't belong inside this earthly skin
See pretty sissies that I wanna use
Oh, what the hell, I might as well, 'cause I got nothing to lose
Sneering bodies, no, they're not for me
In a life inside this alien society

Chorus

V3
Nose candy that I got a craving to toot
Vein candy that I'm crazy craving to shoot
An appetite I feel a need to sate
With lipstick lesbians or else some bi-curious bait
But if I melt their hearts and get 'em home
I'm then intruded rudely on by enemy chromosomes
These candy kisses feel so alien to me
A-living on the edge of society

Chorus

A two-souled split's what it's all about
Or maybe we'll just stick a chain through her snout

A two-souled split's what it's all about
Or maybe we'll just stick a chain through her snout

V4
Alien bodies under alien laws
Law-whining at me till my brain is busted, bruised and sore
A prison all around, I must break free
Escape from all I feel infesting inside of me
'Cause crazy cock-a-doodle is for other men
I gotta pretty face and pretty itsy-bitsy hands
I gotta soul that ain't quite what it seems
A-dreaming alien dreams within this society

Chorus
But though, yeah, I know that it's k-k-kinda kitsch
To intrude on you with my tw-tw-twisted snitch
I'll maybe successfully k-k-kiss your itch
Performed by a self-declared sn-sn-snobby bitch
Track Name: Die Prettier
Die Prettier, die prettier, die prettier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
Die Prettier, cry glittier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
A martyr, a martyr, hung up on a garter
Death drama queen, tear at the seams
Die prettier
A martyr, a martyr, in a glittering armour
Die prettier, die prettier, pretty glamourpus

Die Prettier, die prettier, die prettier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
Die Prettier, cry glittier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
A martyr, a martyr, in a cream of tartar
Die prettier, die prettier, effervescent dust

Die Prettier, die prettier, die prettier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
Die Prettier, cry glittier, die prettier
I can't take your sweet fail seven days a week
Die prettier, die prettier
A martyr, a martyr, hung up on a garter
Death drama queen, tear at the seams
Die prettier
A martyr, a martyr, in a glittering armour
Die prettier, die prettier, pretty glamourpus
Die pretty...
Track Name: Counter Attack
Through a scanner brightly, it's the sassy alley cat
Garde-avant-tu, I don't want to, I won't do it like that
Smiling crowds of people look just like a trophy shrieking screaming to me
Feel no love for all phenomena that I like
I flash a flood, a-passing blood or making love to a spike
Seems the glittering shadow self reveals itself a little too easily

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun

Now aching in the abbattoir, the smell of burnt fat
I see the cosplay artists prancing and the sweet dramacrats
Gazing with a jealous wonder at their ease apparent simply to be
From a sissy to a woman to a slut to a dyke
The cracking glass, the fractured bones of a multiple psyche
Send a telegram from Earth to outer space that says "I do not feel free"

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
See the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, from a purple putty tat, give me my twenty buns
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Track Name: Heretic's Chant
To an idol, do you pray, to an idol, everyday
Deep in a forest, watch them pray, to an idol, everyday

Have you got a idol?, So do I, have you got a hypo?, ready to die
Softly dreaming, of heaven on Earth, to an idol, be a good girl

To an idol, to an idol, the heretic's chant

To an idol, the heretic's chant, to an idol, the heretic's chant

Now just watch the victims, giving their love, to an idol, like every girl
To an idol, the heretic's chant, to an idol, the heretic's chant

To an idol, the heretic's chant, to an idol, the heretic's chant
Track Name: Silvana (Ecce Tranny)
On planet Rip-Off, with a Mary Sue
And with her sister Fanfic, that'll make us two
With a magenta pervert and a tube of glue
Intersexing intent, aquarium blue
Entertaining mutants, reclining on a rack
We're shooting lunar junk, we're smoking lunar crack
An embalming ego to oppose all fact
At a swingers' party where we'll do it bareback

Ecce tranny
Flutter fanny
Creamy flanny
Snagpad Sani

Now, entering orbit, let's go and score
And then we'll shoot ourselves until we're bruised and sore
A-road map of our veins and then go back for more
A sugar breasted lover, a sexy purple whore
Now on a sweating saddle, where I sweetly sit
While she sinks her teeth into a purple bit
And uttering moans of pleasure, even if I split
My purple stallion slut, my blood magenta bitch

Ecce tranny
Flutter fanny
Creamy flanny
Snagpad Sani

Ecce tranny
Flutter fanny
Creamy flanny
Snagpad Sani

Lick Louanna
Slick Suzanna
Sweet Silvana
Iguana
Track Name: Pussy Club
Sex, sub, the pussy club
In a neon shrub I'm choking from a faggot fug
Got my sisters, feel like blisters, just like living on a moonscape to me
Sex, sub, the pussy club
And around a mound of pseudo-bitches drinking blood
It's such a diaper degradation and aesthetic peppermint poverty

If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for
If you don't mind being girly pudding permabore
If you don't mind sucking sausage of an admire-raw
It's such a booby bouncing meat bitch to be...

Sex, sub, the pussy club
Where I know I'll get no kicks, man, from a hissy hub
In a phoney female ghetto, where the truth of mind's a sweet mystery
Sex, sub, the pussy club
It's enough to drive an honest pervert straight to drugs
Jacking in a retro expo while I'm tearing up too badly too see

If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for
If you don't mind violation till you're seeping sore
If you don't mind pseudo-tits a-thrusting through the floor
Oh, 'cause tonight my hatred flows tenderly...

If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for
If you don't mind being girly pudding permabore
If you don't mind sucking sausage of an admire-raw
It's such a booby bouncing meat bitch to be...
If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for
If you don't mind violation till you're seeping sore
If you don't mind pseudo-tits a-thrusting through the floor
Oh, 'cause my hatred, it flows so sweet...
Track Name: Kill The Stars
Fake my make-up, exterminate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Fake my hate up, re-Kelvinate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Cake my fate up, and masturbate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Shake my snake up, and decimate, kill the stars, kill the stars

Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin someone
Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, you'll see, no-one loves meeeee...

Shake my mace up, and extricate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Make my fake up, and replicate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Jail my bait up, inseminate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Set my date up, and penetrate, kill the stars, kill the stars

Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin my arms
Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, watch me, walk into the sea...

Fake my make-up, exterminate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Fake my hate up, re-Kelvinate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Cake my fate up, and masturbate, kill the stars, kill the stars
Shake my snake up, and decimate, kill the stars, kill the stars

Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin someone
Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, you'll see, no-one loves meeeee...
Track Name: Kiss My Boots
Wake - upon the desert set, I take a look around
Shoot - ing galleries in sight, I watch 'em burning down
Lie - sunbathing, dripping semen in the burning sun
Smile - absorbing human hatred as my sunblock runs
Crawl - my way across the wasteland, over rocks and shoots
Gaze - upon the stigma trees, low-hanging stigma fruit
Sense - the others' pity-fishing, tossing me a bone
Sneer - the mask I hide behind myself and grind alone...

Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Freedom ends in failure, yeah, it's kinda cute
So why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?

See - the bright mirage of needles bearing hot shot hits
Call - an ambulance while I indulge a screaming fit
Sex - a dirty cartoon loop a-playing in my head
Shame - a higher torture formed to wish that I was dead
Hell - it's just a state of mind but not too far away
Twist - your heart around these words and what I want to say
Squirm - at images of kinks, a-make me blow my load
Purge - the pain that dwells inside or I might just explode...

Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Failure ends in freedom, yeah, it's kinda cute
But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?
And in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong
With a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong
Freedom ends in failure, yeah, it's kinda cute
But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?
Track Name: Gadget Hackwrench Suck
V1
Pussy power calling from a sissy strutting straight
In my rage to make these dreams, I know it's not too late
I wanna hit, a fit, some fetish kicks, obscure my fate
Just like they say - a hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey...

'Cause on an ice-cold night, the moon so bright, I'm feeling so fine
Walking out the door, I'm going out to get what's mine
Ripping off the world, I'll jack it off for all I see
And conceive - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eive...

Standing by the traffic lights, I see a girl I like
Gotta purple jumpsuit, bloody spanner, looking for a light
Twisting tail and optical gear, think I got that right
So sweet - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet...

Sick potential kicks, I know it's not complex
When a pretty, pretty pussyslut is dripping sex
So much I feel no mortal terror of a furry hex
I say yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay...

Chorus
Oh - and if I dive for pearls, in getting stuck
I keep upending like a dabbling duck
A-tipping velvet, then with any luck
A Gadget Hackwrench Suck!

V2
Glitter lips and semen, feel it swirling through my brain
Red lips, tender voices gently whisper, "turn again",
This pseudo-real ideal, I know it's not the same
Ain't the same - a-ay-ay-ay-ay-ame...

Let's share a shake together, do it one on one,
And I could dress as a mechanic while you dress up as a nun
Have a threesome with an evil double, might be fun
Please come! A-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ome...

Now, dance on Rangerphile, I tell you it's alright
'Cause the smell of oily fur is truly outta sight
And if you wanna, suck my acorn, fake a beam of white light
I say yay - a-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay...

Oh, play that crazy cliche, man, and play it loud
And with a little sex perversion make me feel so proud
I'll smash it fast and shoot a line, then float off naked on a cloud
And sweetly dream - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eam...

Chorus

Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah x4

Repeat V1

Chorus x2

Oh, a Gadget Hackwrench Suck
With any luck
A Gadget Hackwrench Suck
I'm gonna chuck
Oh, a Gadget Hackwrench Suck
With any luck
Say aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh...