Freak Kitchen - Cooking With Pagans lyrics
Tracks 01. Professional Help
02. Freak Of The Week 03. Sloppy 04. Goody Goody 05. (Saving Up For An) Anal Bleach 06. Private Property 07. Mathematics Of Defeat 08. I Don't Want To Golf 09. Hide 10. Come Back To Comeback 11. Ranks Of The Terrified 12. Once Upon A Time In Scandinavistan 01. Professional Help
Where am I? Where are you?
Have I been here before? It's spinning so fast now I can't keep up no more Life will kill you And there's no one You can call for professional help I ponder and I wonder What if it ends right here Slipping into a neurosis As I try to cope with fear I need to believe in That soul and karma jive Can't help it, but it seems like No one gets you alive Life will kill you And there's no one You can call for professional help Sure, the meaning of it all Is a mayor nut to crack But you promised, reassured me I want my money back Life will kill you And there's no one You can call for professional help 02. Freak Of The Week
I'm the new black
I'm opium to tree Will do anything For popularity Mutilate myself Become an amputee Like me, like me Won't you like me? I'm your freak of the week Another freak of the week Bigger than any wiki leak Blow myself up for free Break my neck in HD I'm you freak of the week Spreading like the plague Hole in one! Touché! Seven million views In a single day Who's your daddy now? Who's leading the way? Like me, like me Won't you like me? I'm your freak of the week Another freak of the week Bigger than any wiki leak 03. Sloppy
Bleeding information in every move you make
You're not alone anymore Big brother is watching Like he never watched before Who are these people violating your life And what gives them right? Airstrip One has been way surpassed And no one gives a shite Sloppy I am getting sloppy You're getting sloppy We're getting sloppy Target of interest? Too bad for you There is not recovery From the 24/7 Orwellian Mass surveillance machinery It's all for the "greater good" So we are doing as we're told The truth of the matter is that everyone Is being seriously corn-holed Sloppy I am getting sloppy You're getting sloppy We're getting sloppy Deaf, dumb, blind We're getting sloppy 04. Goody Goody
So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody, goody So you met someone and now you know how it feels Goody, goody So you gave him your heart to Just as I gave mine to you And he broke it in little pieces And now how do you do So you lie awake just singing the blues all night Goody, goody So you think that love is a barrel of dynamite Goody, goody Hooray and Hallelujah, you had it coming to ya Goody, goody for him, goody goody for me And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you! 05. (Saving Up For An) Anal Bleach
Shit! I'm low an battery
iPad parent, shame on me Pierce my eye and dream about A testicle tattoo Need more gadgets to decorate Frame my shallow, sorry state I so want my asshole to be Pretty just for you I'm saving up! I'm saving up! I'm saving up! Saving up for an anal bleach Happiness is a friend request Jerk off to a binary breast Oops, my youngest may have drowned While I deleted spam Tweet, tweet all day long Desperate to belong I am not sure I even do exist If it ain't on Instagram I'm saving up! I'm saving up! I'm saving up! Saving up for an anal bleach Content? Substance? Who gives a crap? When you can download another app Into a reservoir of nothingness Browse until we drop Twinkle, twinkle little star Can you see how fucked up we are? Everything is not enough And we never, ever stop 06. Private Property
Building higher fences just to keep me sane
I won't let nobody enter my domain I've got my own place now, this is what I need A solitary soul that I have to feed How did I get here, the damage is done Believed in the market, the greedy has won I've got what is mine, and you've got yours I will break you down with no remorse If you could you surely would do the same to me I've got what is mine and you've got yours My private property The daily grind assembly line, you're nothing but a fool I'm the most important, from high above I rule Healthy and productive, words become the law Imprinted since I was a child, standing here in awe How did I get here, the damage is done Believed in the market, the greedy has won I've got what is mine, and you've got yours I will break you down with no remorse If you could you surely would do the same to me I've got what is mine and you've got yours My private property 07. Mathematics Of Defeat
This ain't no damn swan song
Yet I am deeply fascinated by The slow decay and the sound of the life-cycle gong You simply can't win no matter what you try I don't understand what is up with my feet I used to have the groove, now I can't find the beat There's a time and place for us all to retreat It's the simple mathematics of defeat Seize the day is a good way to start You know those clichéd carpe diem rants Stitch me up as I'm falling apart Did I just piss my pants? I don't understand what is up with my feet I used to have the groove, now I can't find the beat There's a time and place for us all to retreat It's the simple mathematics of defeat 08. I Don't Want To Golf
You reached a certain age and the panic's kicking you
Stuck in that bunker, running out time Suddenly aware of your own mortality When that career isn't exactly a hole in one What you wouldn't do for a tiny slice of success To boost that place in the bourgeois hierarchy I ain't you bro I don't wanna golf Bad for mojo I don't wanna golf Forever no I don't wanna golf The symbolism of another shit-expensive club Perhaps the Maruman Majesty Prestigio Driver? And yet you never hit the ball And you most likely never will... I ain't you bro I don't wanna golf Bad for mojo I don't wanna golf Forever no I don't wanna golf Fire the caddie Take it out on the wife Thank your mom and daddy For your miserable life I ain't you bro I don't wanna golf Bad for mojo I don't wanna golf Forever no I don't wanna golf 09. Hide
Hide...while you complaint about the Wi-Fi
Hide...to keep a fraction of sanity Hide...that soul needs some sixteen stitches Hide...or be damaged permanently So I hide So I hide Yes I hide So I hide Hide...from text messaging inferno Hide...from the white noise deafening me Tried to bang my bone head bloody Against the hulking walls of stupidity So I hide So I hide Yes I hide So I hide Hide...we could hide ourselves together Hide...and we can struggle to get real So we hide Yes we hide So we hide 10. Come Back To Comeback
Bury the hatchet, put you differences aside
We don't care who picked the initial fight The music of today ain't worth a damn Please, won't you reunite? Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback We're desperate to buy overpriced tickets For yet another farewell tour Nostalgia was so much better before... Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback Your legendary look and your trademark pose Used to be sublime Dye your streaks of grey, burn that fat away Let's pretend you're in your prime Another compilation with the same old tunes Remastered for the zillionth time Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback 11. Ranks Of The Terrified
Step up now indifferent one
Let's some real work done Everything is changing No matter what you do Holler all toy want We are many against few Give me no excuses It's time to make a stand Choose a side... Or join the ranks The ranks of the terrified Join the ranks The ranks of the terrified Your silence derives from fear Being "neutral" is no option here Everything is changing No matter what you do Holler all you want We are many against few Give me no excuses It's time to make a stand Choose a side... Or join the ranks The ranks of the terrified Join the ranks The ranks of the terrified Bailing out is not OK It's too convenient to look the other way 12. Once Upon A Time In Scandinavistan
Once upon a time in Scandinavistan
Grumpy, tired with eyes blood red Take a breath as the therapist said Bingo-playing sex-workers and curry ooze A Molotov cocktail of venereal blues Kama sutra and decomposing seaweed stew Diastolic blood pressure higher than the IQ Shaking, starving, running out of juice Better stop by the tandoori moose Once upon a time in Scandinavistan Illegal propaganda transmission from a submarine Get your head smashed by a feminist teen A public intelligence Officer too tired to be afraid As the anti-socials are gearing up for the parade Colonial law states it's an utter disgrace Committing Nuisance in a public place Vomit, drunkenness and potent fury There is no cure for the muddy streets of Gautampuri Once upon a time in Scandinavistan Wear helmet!! Head is not replaceable Wear helmet!! Head is not replaceable Wear helmet!! Head is not replaceable Only one head per lifetime... |