THE POWER OF LARDOther album releases and lyrics by Lard can be seen here.
You can see it In the clouds up in the sky Lard Floats by in clusters In our water supply Lard It's all of us, man In our pores and in our hair Lard's What we conceal With these corny clothes we wear Lard is all Lard is divine Lard is control Lard whips and chains our soul Lard-We carry credit cards Lard-We live in fear of art Lard is the -OM Lard is revolution Lard is the tapeworm In the bottle of cheap tequila That comes alive at night And sneaks up And bites your nipple Lard Lard Nowadays, most of us need someone To run our personal life Someone to see that The plants are watered, Someone to make sure the place is clean, Someone to make sure dinner is waiting, Someone to call for theatre tickets, Someone to make up those cheap excuses What we need is... Lard-The answer Lard-The dancer Lard-The ointment Lard-The dream Absorb it Inflame it Respect it Molest it The country right now just wants to be Soothed, and told it doesn't have to pay or Sacrifice or learn No one is over the hill When the mountain comes to Mohammed Lard Lard Lard Lard-We love to eat Lard-We love to pray Lard-Mold over mind Lard-Hooray! Every time I take a crap It's a cosmic experience Religion and chemicals Are the key to the future Next time we have sex Just pretend I'm Ed Meese The weasels have it down, man It's a whole new age Lard Which would you prefer- A computer or a gun? The sharks out lived the dinosaurs, you know Pity the poor trainer In the stable when the race horse farts Poison oak really is The aphrodisiac of the Gods When people are asleep We must all become alarm clocks Hey, man Life is my college It's Dental Floss of the mind Who will babysit the babysitters? Ever hear about that guy in New York whose dick Fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke? It's OK to run out of butter in Zambia Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup Which came first- Max Headroom or Gerald Ford? Are you a man or are you a mouse? If you love your fun- Die for it! And feel The Power of Lard The Power of Lard The Power of Lard The Power of Lard Avoid everything, etc...
You never know When it says you gotta go Hellfudge To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge Hellfudge Roll down the window of the limousine Hellfudge I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you perform for me(No more) Hellfudge I ain't givin' you one penny more Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord Hellfudge Can you imagine what it's like To have to flash and pose Hellfudge While a fat preacher Sits and beats off in front of you... Hellfudge Same one who's so obsessed with With anti-smut crusades (fancy that) Hellfudge Oh Lord, Someone let the air out of my tires Hellfudge I'm stuck-with my pants down Red handed in sin But with money like mine The Lord always forgives- me When I'm dictator You will ALL Be under the iron thumb of Jeezus The law of the land Executions for witchcraft Televised live at five All Rock and Roll is pornography That mixed coed swimming-PHOOEY! I tell ya It promotes problems of the flesh Problems of the flesh The flesh The flesh The flesh I can't stand it anymore My fundamentalist army's Crackin' down full swirl Hellfudge Polyester suit nazis Will control the world Hellfudge If you think Khomeini Is a step back in time Hellfudge Just wait til I decide What you read and who dies Hellfudge You think we're finished Boy, you must be queer We get a little stronger Every year When I bilk your money I'm moral, man But I got a little problem I just can't say no To that Hellfudge So take off them clothes Slowly now, slowly And twitch your little flounder just like that Yehhhh... Just like they do In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much Bite down real hard Smile...SLUT! I own you... Look humiliated, try to cry I despise you so much I hate myself Mmmmmm Tastes almost as good As one of them green bubblegum cigars Yeh! Hellfudge There's a whole LOTTA Shakin' goin' on in here But don't tell my cousin, OK? Yeeeeh! Great Balls 'o' Fire! Hellfudge!
Time To Melt
Lay me down on a griddle of sweat Lay me down, it's been a long day Time to unwind, time to relax Let the tension flow away My body's weary and full of holes Hollow jets in my fingers and my toes Too tired to masturbate No sound in the dark as I float in outer space Touch down on an astroturf plain Peewee golf balls roll by my face Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands Nailed as an example again Tied down with fishing line Lilliputian sacrifice Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers Smell the hot dogs Smell the mustard and the beer Sharp needles pierce my flesh Hypodermics press down and inject 20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt All that's left is brain and bones Hot beams on the cool wet sand Bury me- with the help of the wind and the waves Submerged in the cool soil Earthworms crawl in and crawl out Further down is the underground aquifer cave The bats and blindfish Are all my friends Soil hardens and it starts to crack The lake is dry as desert air Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets Their soft white underbelly feels like love Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs Night falls, the sky is red Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings Talons reach down to take me back again Reborn on a bed of white Incubator filters out the light A thousand breasts massage my face But Life is calling to take me away ("Open up! We have a warrant!") Learn to walk another day Learn to walk another day Ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm, etc.
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