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!

Check the pretty pussyslut walking down the street And the leather, lace and lipstick feels real sweet From me to her, we're dressed the same, and I'm sticking pretty sick To my drawers with pre-come from my pussyslut prick But I got a cute dilemma as I gaze upon her thighs So pass the eye bleach 'cause it's gonna make you cry See, this slut in point, I wanna do her ass and then her face But leave the pussy on the cutting floor, it ain't my taste So is this slut perfection? Yeah, I wanna be her trick This slut will make the cut with a pussystick I wanna chew her face off, lick her tits and steal a kiss Then simper as I sodomise a thi-i-is Refrain: Pretty glamourpussy, she's a Goddess, she's a queen And other shit that makes me hard and somewhere inbetween Breeder, faggot, snatch or slut, this glamourpussy rocks I'll happily kiss her cunt as suck her cock Chorus: Sucking one - the female form remains as true Butt-fucking two - but of the void I can't approve Sucking one - so what's a breeder queen to do? Butt-fucking two - a-paint me pretty pink and blue Sucking one - I'm licking sick and screwing true Butt-fucking two - with pussy lips from me to you Sucking one - I'm sucking one, butt-fucking two Now, necessary context - see, a vag is sexy bait It's bait to bite my dick 'cause it won't stand up straight No, I like a little snapper snatch, it's all a tasty treat Making mayo and chopped liver quiver's real sweet Now, pleasing my libido means a glamourpussy date With back-end lips that tighten when I penetrate And lips that with a twisting tongue wrap soft around my cock And as icing, tranny take on a Pandora's box Now, any wide-eyed pussygirl who wanna toot my root And fuck the crazy tranny 'cause he's kind of cute We could have some fun 'cause snatch and cock are equally fine Both sexes flowing sweetly through the sewers of my mind Refrain Chorus And I won't nix the kinks 'cause they're the cherry on the cake I screw a girl or else a dickgirl for its own sake And give a shit, I hit a Betty Poop's rear-end snatch While she sings, "poop-oop-de-poop"... I'm a little loose by nature, I'm the sixteenth sex and gender Take a pretty bitching T-girl, sodomise her through the eyes, then as I jack "Bring that meat back, bring that meat back" A-master pussy baiting as I gender prance I'll conclude these sickly lyrics in my big girl pants There's a pretty glamourpussy I just gotta kiss And check her crazy penis Refrain Chorus Sucking one - the female form remains as true Butt-fucking two - a slut's a rut I can't plough through Sucking one - so what's a breeder queen to do? Butt-fucking two - well, I don't need no pussy blues Sucking one - I'm licking sick and screwing true Butt-fucking two - a-nooby-dooby-dooby-doo Sucking one - I'm sucking one, butt-fucking two

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

Fresh adulthood, beckons sweetly The cardboard cut-out sunrise grants a second view Of ectogenetic wastelands And songbird wasters chirping "Born To Lose" Pop failures, half-life despisers To sanity these insects cock a snoot I wanna drive 'em all to pills or razor blades or rope Make every idle lamppost bear its fitting fruit... Refrain: So faeces, no enema This pre-determined failure is anathema to this panther So peaches, my enema Will spray the cattle as I take a scalpel to this cancer Chorus: Victim? I'm an anti-victim! And a waste of matter makes me wanna sic 'em Hey, victim? I'm an anti-victim! And with my lip gloss dripping batter And a gat, I'll make 'em scatter I'm a na-na-na-na-na-na-anti-victim! Now, sweethearts, my smile it sickens As I gaze upon these drop-outs wanna suck up No wish to indulge the notion There's something honorable in living as a fuck-up Self-hatred begets a sick sheep Who'll raise a bleat of drama, run away And thus, to arteries you dare not cut, I'll call a cull And start to wildly slice 'cause I'm toujours gai... Refrain Chorus And suffer, your sin compels you To splinter pseudo-life into a thousand shards This failure, it equals cat butt Artificial alienation isn't hard Your hiss fit, oh, I reject it 'Cause with something, I feel love (that's like a knife) And with an arrow of desire and all nine holes squirting fire I'll fight for my identity, my life! Refrain Chorus: Victim? I'm an anti-victim! And a waste of matter makes me wanna sic 'em Hey, victim? I'm an anti-victim! And with my lip gloss dripping batter And a gat, I'll make 'em scatter I'm a na-na-na-na-na-na-anti-victim! Victim? I'm an anti-victim! And this misery kink's a fink, I wanna stick 'em Hey, victim? I'm an anti-victim! A self-indulgent slut's a rat I wanna splatter into batter I'm a na-na-na-na-na-na-anti-victim!

Testing, testing, one two The death of osiris - is the birth of what? The bride of the bull is something else And what I really want is...a hit I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is you want from me Remember the hotel room? And the shooting abscesses Pauline had to drain them with a needle So I got some serious scar tissue Just like Madonna And there's something under the surface I can't quite put my finger on And I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is I want from me And I don't know what it is you want from... The death of osiris - is the birth of - what? The death of osiris - is the birth of... I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is you want from me And I don't know what it is you want from...

Lying on a dirty bed A spoon and needle by my side Sunshine casts into the room And shines its light into my mind I see the human race has died Neon lights and drama whores A furpile, sick deluded scene Excretes deceits which I behold In a sick junky dream Chorus Sex, junk, Nazi furs The three transcendental fundamentals of the whole world Sex, junk, Nazi furs The three transcendental fundamentals of the whole world Sex, junk, Nazi furs The three transcendental fundamentals of the whole world Now, closing in, I see more clearly What these furries all about? Triple six, the pawprint on the armband Marks 'em fully out And then as if to leave no doubt Put on the fursuit, giant jackboots Nazi posing don't get old Then get straight down to business Through strategically placed holes Chorus Nazi furs and Nazi rule Insensible, I drool Yet know they'd all be thrown in camps As sick a-homosexuals Furries, Nazis, faggots, fail My visions fades around this point as hellbound falls this world in sin And thus I wake up screaming out "I can't enjoy my heroin"! Chorus to end

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...