Rubber Drugettes

by Six Inch Killaz

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about

30 blasts of punk from five rock 'n' roll drag queens on the verge of chaos! All tracks recorded between 1995 and 1998...

Read Miss K's history of the band (includes photos, videos and more) at: www.thedragnet.org/blog/music/killaz/killaz_01.html ...

credits

released November 18, 2014

Vocals: Holly Cock and Jasmine Salome.
Lead guitar: Miss K.
Rhythm guitar and Drum programming: Mona Compleine.
Bass: Luis Hatred.

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Track Name: Teenage Whores
I'm your whore, I need your cash
Play with me, feel my trash
Play with me, feel my trash
Play with me, I want your cash

We are teenage whores
Come to hurt, to make you sore
We are teenage whores
Suck you dry, leave you poor

Got me down, on the bed
Ten dollars, to give you head
See them all die, one by one
Kill the fathers, kill your sons

We are teenage whores
Come to hurt, to make you sore
We are teenage whores
Suck you dry, leave you poor

Send the boys off to war
See them all die for the teenage whores
See them burning, one by one
Kill the fathers, kill your sons

We are teenage whores
Come to hurt, to make you sore
We are teenage whores
Suck you dry, leave you poor

I'm your whore, I need your cash
Play with me, feel my trash
Play with me, feel my trash
Play with me, I want your cash

We are teenage whores
We are teenage whores
We are teenage whores
We are teenage whores
Track Name: Trashola #1
Soap opera, TV screen, Trashola
Cop killer, beauty queen, Trashola
Richard and Judy on the scene, Trashola
Everywhere we've ever been, Trashola

Want to live like Jayne Mansfield, Trashola
Pink palace, drug deals, oh yeah

Tabloid news on my knees, Trashola
Aliens abducted me, Trashola
Sold my story for a fee, Trashola
Don't you wish that you were me, Trashola

Fuck forever, wait and see, Trashola
Die young and stay pretty, oh yeah

Trashola x2

Trash see, trash do, trash life, trash food x4

Trashola x4
Track Name: PIG #1
We're the girls from P.I.G.
Making our own history
P.I.G. is here for you
We're gonna show you what to do

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it till it breaks

We're the girls from P.I.G.
Ending the century
(Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah)
P.I.G. is here for you
We're gonna show you what to do
(Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah)

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it till it breaks

Politically Involved Girls x4

Baader Meinhof had their fun
Patty Hearst load up the gun
Come and loot the aisles with me
In your town, in your city

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it till it breaks

Politically Involved Girls
Politically Involved Girls
She's politically involved, girls
She's politically involved, girls
Track Name: Too Bad
Too bad you lost your boy
Too bad you lost your baby
Too bad, too bad
Too bad you're not a mother
Too bad you're not my father
So sad, too bad

Sick of hearing you bitch, moan and groan
Go on back to your mum and dad at home

Too bad you lost your boy
Too bad you lost your baby
Too bad, too bad
I'm glad I'm not your mother
I'm glad I'm not your lover
Too bad, I'm glad

Sick of all your whining on the fucking phone
Go on back to daddy and leave me alone

Too bad you lost your boy
Too bad you lost your baby
Too bad, too bad
Too bad you're not a mother
Too bad you're not my father
Too bad, I'm sad

Too bad x3
Track Name: Peppermint Cat
Peppermint cat, peppermint cat
Licorice flavoured, she knows where it's at
Put on the make up, gold, green and black
Peppermint cat, peppermint cat

Peppermint colours, colours so strong
Feeling eat this, a sexy love song
Glittering sequins and dress red and long
Peppermint song, a peppermint love song

Black PVC boots, lipstick rose blood
Just like her lover, a rosebud of blood
Horse in a flesh mascara flood
Rosebud of blood, peppermint blood

Black boots and fishnets, tasting so sweet
Leopardskin jacket, tattoos and raw meat
Red nail polish, skin rubber heat
She walks down the street, she walks down the street

Peppermint cat, peppermint cat
Pretty but twisted, never grows flat
Driving him crazy, sucking his pout
That peppermint cat, peppermint cat

Peppermint cat, peppermint cat
Pretty but twisted, he never goes flat
Driving him crazy, sucking his pout
Peppermint cat, the peppermint cat

Peppermint cat
Track Name: Shoot To Kill
He's my lover, swamped in black
He won't be coming back
See my lips, wet and warm
In the streets, my dress is torn

In the setting sun we die
See my drowning in his eyes
Oh, lord, I know the Devil lies
Bury his head between my thighs

Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill
I swear to god that I love you still
Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill
Swallow me, I'm your pill

He's my God, hypnotized
Grease my face, grease my thighs
He's my God, hypnotized
Grease my face, grease my eyes

Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill
I swear to god that I love you still
Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill
Swallow me, I'm your pill

Six Inch Killaz
Kill, kill, kill
Track Name: Wonderful
I'm stupid, I eat cock, I'm mindless, I suck you
I wanna fucking pizza, I wanna sniff some glue
For me a double vodka, a cherry on a stick
I'd love a sherry, that's lovely, but heroin makes me sick
And Luis, would you like a drink?
"How kind of you to ask
Two bottles of neat gin, please, in a plastic thermos flask"
A swift half then, before we start? I'll have my gooseberry fool
Fondant fancy? Oh, yes, please - that's lovely wonderful!
Track Name: Straitjacket
It's was only a matter of time
You should have listened to what the doctor said
You should have noticed the warning signs
When you slept with barbed wire in your bed

You need a straitjacket, you are confused
You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues
You need a soft spot in a rubber room
I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon

You were once a sweet young thing
Of style and tact and grace
But I should have known there was something wrong
When you stuck those lashes all over your face

You need a straitjacket, you are confused
You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues
You need a soft spot in a rubber room
I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon

You're paranoid, delusional
You need a plastic fork and a plastic spoon
You're paranoid, delusional
You need a plastic fork and a plastic spoon
You're catatonic, psychotic
You need medication

It's was only a matter of time
I should have listened to what the doctor said
I should have noticed the warning signs
When you slept with barbed wire in your bed

You need a straitjacket, you are confused
You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues
You need a soft spot in a rubber room
I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon
Straitjacket soon
Straitjacket soon
Straitjacket soon - oh yeah!
Track Name: Trashola #2
Soap opera, TV screen, Trashola
Cop killer, beauty queen, Trashola
Richard and Judy on the scene, Trashola
Everywhere we've ever been, Trashola

Want to live like Jayne Mansfield, Trashola
Pink palace, drug deals, oh yeah

Tabloid news on my knees, Trashola
Aliens abducted me, Trashola
Sold my story for a fee, Trashola
Don't you wish that you were me, Trashola

Fuck forever, wait and see, Trashola
Die young and stay pretty, oh yeah

Trashola x2

Trash see, trash do, trash life, trash food x4

Trashola x4
Track Name: The Great Seducer
Long sleeved concealer, poppy field dreamer
Shoot up your lover, destroys like no other
Pin eyed revealer, sunshade demeanour
Asleep on a tissue of scars
A rush you pray will last

A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein
Create your world, you create your world
You create your world, you create your world again

Lock away abuse, a needle you will use
To spark the cold hard truth that's borne from man to youth
Reality's dancing hips, broke and from a slip
Reduced from hit to hit
Powdered whiteness fits

A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein
Create your world, you create your world
You create your world, you create your world again

Long sleeved concealer, poppy field dreamer
Shoot up your lover, destroys like no other
Pin eyed revealer, sunshade demeanour
Asleep on a tissue of scars
A rush you pray will last

A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein
Create your world, you create your world
You create your world, you create your world again

(Luis ad-lib to end)

Jasmine:
You're powdered, you're white, my lipstick tonight
You're powdered, you're white, my lipstick tonight
Track Name: Jackie
She wore a pink suit and a pillbox hat
She wore a veil, she looked good in black
Superwhite superstar
Crawling, screaming, from the car

She wore big sunglasses
Smiled to hide the scars
Married a millionaire
Preferred yachts to cars

She lived in New York City
She went to Studio 54
And then she died of cancer
Now she's an angel for sure

She looked good in black - dear Jackie
So good in black - Jackie O
So good in black - dear Jackie
So good in black - Jackie O
Track Name: Rubber Drugette
I can see the twilight, entering my head
The dead man living in me, the dead man's in my bed
She's moving through the shadows, the lightbulb makes me blind
The ruby lips and fishnets, she's forming in my mind

Rubber set, rubber drugette

My body starts the sucking, the corset and the pearls
You spiteful vicious slut, you pretty little girls
The glitter in the mirror, your mouth is red and wide
The coming and the fallout, feeling slipping side

Rubber set, rubber drugette
Rubber pet, rubber drugette
Track Name: Dogs In Heat
Here come the dogs in heat
Bury you alive from your head to feet
Wrapped around a real, real mean streak
Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat

Oh, sweet Jesus, here they come
Such elegant destroyers in all that they've done down

In this wasteland called your living room
Hear them salivate at the dead of noon
Accept your flattery, accept your praise
From this world you'll be erased

Dogs in heat come for you
Take you out with a bite or two
Dogs in heat drag you down
Oh, so quickly, without a sound

Oh, sweet Jesus, here they come
Such elegant destroyers in all that they've done down

Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat
Suck your mind as you weep
Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat
Bury you in a hole too deep

Here come the dogs, here come the dogs,
Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat
Track Name: Disco Junky
She's so funky, disco junky
She's so funky, disco junky
She's so funky, disco junky, yeah x2

Woo hoo, don't you love her x3
She's so funky, disco junky, huh huh

She's so funky, disco junky
She's so funky, disco junky
She's so funky, disco junky, yeah x2

Woo hoo, don't you love her x3
She's so funky, disco junky, huh huh
Track Name: Shipwrecked
I have a body, sometimes a mind
Swimming in vodka in the summertime
Melt away the snows of doubt
In this life, a loveless drought
Come to me and take me home
Languish naked, naked, alone

You're just like me, yes, caged all you want
Running on empty, please fill me up

You left me shipwrecked, a conoisseur of flesh
You left me shipwrecked, in a sea on unrest

Through a pink and orange night
Same scent, backstreet bar
Radiate for you with bloodshot eyes
Feeling old, but never wise
Bloodshot eyes
Feeling old, old but never wise

Oh yeah, we kissed, a kiss to tame
How I missed you, did you do the same?
Check my face, make sure it's still mine
Another unpaid whore seeking love to feel secure
Does it please you to know that I need you?

You left me shipwrecked
You left me shipwrecked
You left me shipwrecked
Shipwrecked, shipwrecked and alone
Track Name: Bossanova
Mr Bossanova
Come here and take me over
Fill the screen, hot Casanova
Kiss me ere, Desdemona

Watch my halo, see it shine
Upon my lips you taste divine

Mr Bossanova
One lick and roll me over
Dig deep, spend your pleasure
Until the grave, we'll last for ever

Watch my halo, see it shine
Upon my lips you taste divine

Everything you need
Everything you've seen
Everything you've been
He's got it

Everything you need
Everything you've seen
Everything you've been
She's got it

Mr Bossanova
Bloodstained glass, I'll step over
To claim you my paramour
Adore me, naked and sore

Watch my halo, see it shine
Upon my lips you taste divine

Mr Bossanova
Mr Bossanova
Mr Bossanova
Hey there, Bossanova
Track Name: Crimson
Out of my head
Stoned on my lover
From bed to bed
No time to recover

She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head
She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head

Night catches day
Lost in your rapture
My latest flame
Suppress boredom and pain

She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head
She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head

Out of my head
Stoned on my lover
From bed to bed
No time to recover

She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head
She paints herself crimson red
Caress my lover's head
Track Name: Cleanse And Tone And Moisturise
Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise
You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise
You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise
You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise
Track Name: Seventeen #1
She was only seventeen
Holding onto life's young dream
She's a twenty-first century fox
On the dancefloor till the music stops

From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square
In the streets of London, you will see her there
She's an International Supervixen, yeah

Silver, gold and plastic sex
Shakes her booty on the movie set
Smell the heat from the boulevard
Enslaves you with her calling card

From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square
Into New York City, baby, she don't care
She's an International Supervixen, yeah

Seventeen candles by her bed
Seventeen ways to her lover's head
Seventeen times in the back of a car
Seventeen cuts for a movie star

Twenty-first century superbitch
Screw the poor and fuck the rich
She's an International Supervixen, yeah
Track Name: Superstar #1
Rock and roll soundtrack playing in her head
Opens her eyelashes in a dirty stained bed
Another day in which to get lost
Stole a kiss from the sun 'cause the moon rays are gone

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Poor little rich girl hitting the scene
Baby faced charmer, a cameraman's dream
Leopardskin fur coat over track marks and glitter
Loves to be loved, it's an oncoming pleasure

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Party to party, she is never coming down
Cover to cover, she's the hottest news in town

Socialite debutante breathing glamour and fame
A walking time bomb, mascara in the rain
She's shaking, she's twisting, she's electric tonight
Blinding beauty, a femme fatale of the moonlight

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
She's a superstar
Superstar
Track Name: Seventeen #2
She was only seventeen
Holding onto life's young dream
She's a twenty-first century fox
On the dancefloor till the music stops

From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square
In the streets of London, you will see her there
She's an International Supervixen, yeah

Silver, gold and plastic sex
Shakes her booty on the movie set
Smell the heat from the boulevard
Enslaves you with her calling card

From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square
Into New York City, baby, she don't care
She's an International Supervixen, yeah

Seventeen candles by her bed
Seventeen ways to her lover's head
Seventeen times in the back of a car
Seventeen cuts for a movie star

Twenty-first century superbitch
Screw the poor and fuck the rich
She's an International Supervixen, yeah

International Supervixen
International Supervixen
International Supervixen, yeah
She'll meet you there
Track Name: Superstar #2
Rock and roll soundtrack playing in her head
Opens her eyelashes in a dirty stained bed
Another day in which to get lost
Stole a kiss from the sun 'cause the moon rays are gone

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Poor little rich girl hitting the scene
Baby faced charmer, a cameraman's dream
Leopardskin fur coat over track marks and glitter
Loves to be loved, it's an oncoming pleasure

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Party to party, she is never coming down
Cover to cover, she's the hottest news in town

Socialite debutante breathing glamour and fame
A walking time bomb, mascara in the rain
She's shaking, she's twisting, she's electric tonight
Blinding beauty, a femme fatale of the moonlight

She's moving to the Pop Art sound
Superstar of the Year
in a Velvet Underground

Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar
She's a superstar
Superstar
Track Name: PIG #2
We're the girls from P.I.G.
Making our own history
P.I.G. is here for you
We're gonna show you what to do

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it till it breaks

We're the girls from P.I.G.
Ending the century
(Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah)
P.I.G. is here for you
We're gonna show you what to do
(Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah)

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it till it breaks

Politically Involved Girls x4

Baader Meinhof had their fun
Patty Hearst load up the gun
Come and loot the aisles with me
In your town, in your city

Into the streets of London town
Blow it up or burn it down
Kick it till it breaks

Politically Involved Girls
Politically Involved Girls
She's politically involved, girls
She's politically involved, girls
Track Name: Mona Compleine
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Track Name: Velcro
Velcro x4
Stick it on, rip it off x6
Track Name: Schizoid
Did you see me, I saw you
A looking glass, stepping through
Coming out fine, as a lover of mine
Tattooed skin, slipping in
Smiling pretty, playing cool
Right side shy, left side cruel

Schizoid personality
Just a different side to me
For a moment, for a while
From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile

Love you in a way, you always seem to stay
Cell to cell, naked DNA
Born to be one with sex added on
A perfect fix, kissing whose lips

Schizoid personality
Just a different side to me
For a moment, for a while
From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile

Waking up in a strange one's bed
Many voices in my head
Bittersweet, a new sensation
Baby boom, pill popping generation

Schizoid personality
Just a different side to me
For a moment, for a while
From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile
Track Name: White Is The Fear
Death came driving out the desert where hyenas roam free
Hyped up, speeding, tripped up on LSD
To leave a bloody handprint on history

Purring car engine in the Hollywood hills
Creepy crawly nightmare, programmed to kill

Carved WAR on your stomach
Or hung till you're still
White is the fear, the locusts are here x3
White is the fear

Messiah from Spahn Ranch brought them to you
Disciples of a long haired, bearded guru
In your jet set face, blonde venus starlet
Or a coffee heiress, polaroid violence
On an autopsy desk, alien carcass
Swallow the worms, switch off the wireless

Carved WAR on your stomach
Or hung till you're still
White is the fear, the locusts are here x3
White is the fear

Beautiful people, bubblegum pop
Stabbed till you bleed, timble and drop
A Helter Skelter ride, that just wouldn't stop
Oh, no, oh, no

White is the fear, the locusts are here x3
White is the fear
Track Name: She Calls Angels
She kisses, leaving lipstick smooches
On pretty boys' faces
Along with her crow's feet, she carries airs and graces
Sipping champagne, as ghosts start to wander
And the lesser encounters she wishes would last a little longer
A lover lying ageless with her teenage beauties
She calls angels, she calls angels

Years of drifting, in collateral bedrooms
Years of living under twenty four hour media
When need for questions when no answers enlighten
Sexual endeavours sometimes reason to her loneliness
A lover lying ageless with teenage beauty
She calls angels, she calls angels