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                             METHOD OF DESTRUCTION

                               U.S.A. for M.O.D.



                           Compliments of  Swamp Rat



                      >>> A CULT Publication......1987 <<<

                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-

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  Yes, Milano has some assholic opinions, and some good ones...but good music.

  That's the way it goes...

                                       -S. Ratte'  12/16/87



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--AREN'T YOU HUNGRY



Sitting in my kitchen

Stuffed from having ate

What should I do now

With what's left on my plate



Maybe I should save it

But naw I got the cash

Think I'll take the easy way

And throw it in the trash



U.S.A. for Africa

What a fucking scam

Charity begins at home

What about our land

America has it's own problems

That's what should come first

So fuck those nigger's charity

And let them die of thirst



AREN'T YOU HUNGRY

AREN'T YOU HUNGRY



U.S.A. for U.S.A.

That's what I'd like to see

But sympathetic assholes

Send it all to their own countries

They want the food to grow

On what they call home land

But don't you know

You can't grow anything in sand



AREN'T YOU HUNGRY

AREN'T YOU HUNGRY

AREN'T YOU HUNGRY



I think of people starving

But do you think I care

Let them all die hungry

So I can breathe their air



Sitting in my kitchen

Stuffed form having ate

What should I do now

With what's left on my plate





--GET A REAL JOB



Standing on a corner

Frozen to the bone

You have to make a living

But you'd rather be at home

Your eyes start getting heavy

Still you forge on

Wake up and face the world



AND GET A REAL JOB

GET A REAL JOB



You get a little older

Your bones are brittle and weak

Dizzy in the morning

Your pulse is sounding weak

You hate to go to work

Just living for a job

Wake up and smell the coffee

And get a real job



GET A REAL JOB

GET A REAL JOB

GET A REAL JOB

GET A REAL JOB



Soon you will retire

Or maybe have a stroke

You cannot feel your finger tips

Because some veins have closed

But still you drive a hack

Or push a hotdog cart

Now it's too late for you

To get a real job





--I EXECUTIONER



I executioner

There's just me

You can't buy justice

And it sure ain't free

I executioner

Like Sargeant 'D'

I'm corporal punishment

I weed out the weak



I excecutioner

One on one

You and me

You've no place to run

I executioner

We got a date

My fist your face



How I love to hate



There's no justice

There's me

There's no justice

There's me



I executioner

You dare fuck with me

Say it to my face

Either way you'll bleed



I executioner

The king of schism

Misery and pain

Is what you'll live in





--DON'T FEED THE BEARS



You have to prove

That you're not scared

Enter the cage

Take the dare

Screaming death

In the beast's lair

You couldn't read the signs

DON'T FEED THE BEARS



Don't go in there

You best beware



Don't feed the bears



Stupid fool

You should have known

That's some place you shouldn't go

Polar giant on you

Blood starts to flow

They belong not in a cage

But in the fucking snow



Don't go in there

You best beware



And please don't feed the fucking bears!





--BALLAD OF DIO



In the dark of the day

Or the black of the sun

He's coming for you



Look out!





--THRASH OR BE THRASHED



I've seen enough

I just can't take it

Why don't you mosh

Or have an epileptic fit

You stand there like you're at a parade

Call this your scene

But you're the one who betrayed

Got your feet glued to the floor

Just there and thrashed some more



You're the fuckup, a dick to the extreme

It's people like you

Who make me want to scream



Thrash or be thrashed





--LET ME OUT



Aren't you sick of the way you're living

Let down in life without being forgiven

Struggle for a future

You try to survive

Put on this world to rot and die



Let me out



Let me out me out

Me out of this world

Tell me how I got here

Why don't you say a word



Let me out me out

Me out of this world

Tell me how I got here

Why don't you say a word





--BUBBLE BUTT



Bubble Butt

Bubble Butt

Bubble Butt

Bubble Butt

Bubble Butt

Bubble Butt

She's so fat

Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble

Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble

Bubble Butt





--YOU'RE BEAT



Start up the car

You ain't going very far

Stick the rubber hose on the exhaust



Breathe that fresh air

It'll take away your cares

You're beat the game is over

And you've lost



Y.B........

You're beat

Before you start

You cry defeat



Sitting in the bathroom

With the razor at your wrist

You mom and dad don't like

The dudes you're hanging with

They say that you're a loser

A disgrace to human kind

If I were you I'd end it all

Before I lost my mind



Y.B......

You're beat

Before you start

You cry defeat





--BUSHWACKATEAS



Is that your hair or a Tina Turner wig

You should be ashamed of yourself

Now you shaved your head,

And that's a fashion too

With your ears you look like an elf

Bush-bush wackateas!





--MAN OF YOUR DREAMS



You thought he was dead

It was just in your head

You better get ready for Freddy



You thought you saw him die

But it's you who's crucified

So now you'll pay for his sins



He'll come while you sleep

You're gonna rest in peace

He's in the mirror hanging on the wall

He'll rip out your chest

Your body he'll molest

Then laugh and use your blood

To paint the walls



First he kils one

Then he kills two

Number three on his list is you!

He's the man of your dreams

He lives to hear you scream

That's his satisfaction guaranteed



You thought you'd escape

You felt that you were safe

Then you felt his blade

Around your neck

He'll dice up your throat

On your blood you'll choke

None of this Freedy Kreuger will regret





--CAPTAIN CRUNCH



Soggies suck



I was sitting up at night

I was feeling so uptight

I was just fucking around

There was something dragging me down



Thinking of a bite to eat

Thought this would be really neat

Cheerios are stale that's beat

But Captain Crunch is fun to eat



Captain Crunch, Captan Crunch

He's inviting you to munch

Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch

Munch a bunch a munch a munch



Fuck my brain



Scoffing down this yellow wheat

Is making me feel kind of beat

My head is spinning round and round

Now my teeth are turning brown



My face is starting to come apart

From this overdose of starch

I really wish mom wasn't here

I'll have another box of beer



Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch

He's inviting you to munch

Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch

Munch a bunch a munch a munch





--JIM GORDEN



Jim Gorden, the man who was insane

Jim Gorden, had Glaxo in his brain



Jim Gordon was insane

He took his mother's life

He used the hammer first

So she wouldn't feel the knife

He's gone insane

He's lost his mind



The voices in his head

Prove the bastard nuts

He bashed his mother's head in

Because she killed Paul Lynd



He couldn't play the drums

Cause people moved his hand

Was he just a mad man

We may never understand

He's gone insane

He's lost his mind



The voices in his head

Prove the bastard nuts

He bashed his mother's head in

Because she killed Paul Lynd



MOSH



Jim Gorden was insane

He took his mother's life

He used the hammer first

So she wouldn't feel the knife



He's gone insane, he's lost his mind

He couldn't play his drums

Cause people moved his hands

Was he just a mad man

We may never understand





--IMPORTED SOCIETY



They came from the other side

In bunches at a time

Crowding up the neighborhood

To raise the rates of crime



Some of them got money

Most of them got shit

All they do is come here

To take from our pockets



Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society



Don't you fucking see

That you bother me

Genocide

You can't hide



So go home now

Don't come back

Take your goat

Get on your boat

I hate imports

I don't want to hear their shit

I hate imports

Cause I'm just so sick of it



I just want to

Live my life without you fucking assholes

And I want to

Never see your ass again



Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society

Import, import, imported society



Hindus and Ethiopians

You know they're all the same

A huck a buck of Indians

They're all so fucking lame





--SPANDEX ENORMITY



Waiting here on line

Suddenly from behind

She's still a block away

Why'd it have to be today

Now what do I see

She recognizes me

She hugs and squeezes me

She's the Spandex Enormity



She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat

Then she yells is this trick or treat

It's too late she asks me for a date

Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate

Spandex, Spandex Enormity

A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery



What a fucking beast

Her ass alone would be a feast

And her love drippings

Contained a stench of rotted yeast

The show must go on

It's the end of me

Taking up the whole front row

It's the Spandex Enormity



She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat

Then she yells is this trick or treat

It's too late she asks me for a date

Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate

Spandex, Spandex Enormity

A beast sent from hell to plague me with misery



As we were walking off stage

You're waiting to come back

She's got a back stage pass

Oh no

I hide my head

The sight of you I dread

Her chubby little fingers grab my ass

Don't talk to me, talk to Nick, talk to Nick

Why does it always have to be me

You fucking fat bitch

I've had enough of you

Take your blubber buns and leave

She left here in tears

Followed by her rear

I could not help she's fat



She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat

Then she yells is this trick or treat

It's too late she asks me for a date

Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate

Spandex, Spandex Enormity

A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery





--SHORT BUT SWEET



Short but Sweeeeet!  (wooo)





--PARENTS



Parents

They deprive

They diminsh our time



Mother-father

Wish I was dead

Could have been cum on their bed



Put me in this world

Gave me a little

The rich fucking bastards

Didn't care at all



Wish I were dead

I'm better off alone

I don't need their raggin'

Anymore



Turn that down

That noisy music

Go to bed

And leave me the fuck alone



That's all they say

And all they do

Get me out of this place

Can't take it anymore



Wish I were dead

I'm better off alone

I don't need their raggin'

Anymore





--A.I.D.S.



You're accused of the following charges

You're a woman trapped inside a man

Your sexuality no one denies you

But your preference we can't understand

You are the lonliness of all people



It's time for you to realize

AIDS like the plague is from God

For he sees something wrong in his eyes



Analy Inflicted Death Sentence

A.I.D.S.

Analy Inflicted Death Sentence

A.I.D.S.

Analy Inflicted Death Sentence

A.I.D.S.

Analy Inflicted Death Sentence

A.I.D.S.



That's what you get for having

A penis up your ass

You should have used a condom

That's what you get when you

Swallow another man's load

A lubricated condom



How do you find love in another man's hairy ass

You should have used a condom

Millions of lost hamsters

Running ramped in your bowels

Take the Hershey Highway



Fudge packing men

Fudge packing men

Fudge packing men

Fudge packing men

A manly man

Fudge packing men

Fudge packing men

Fudge packing men





--RUPTURED NUPTUALS



I bust my balls

I break my back

To come home to a slut

You broke your vows

You dirty bitch

I'll kick you in the cunt



Ruptured Nuptuals





--ODE TO HARRY



Harry got in his car

And turned the key

Started up and headed up the L.I.E.

Too cheap to get a real car

Had a Volkswagon Rabbit

And that put an end to Harry's cheap habit

Cause the trucker couldn't stop

So the driver just took aim

And when he hit Harry

Harry burst into flames

You're dead now Harry

And you can't come back

You'd still be alive if you drove a Cadillac





--HATE TANK



When you see it coming

The shit runs down your leg

A rumble of disaster

It's much too late to beg

You didn't heed its warning

As it's parked on top of your house

Your baby's crushed to pulp

You're cornered you cry out



The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank



Its treads are stained with blood

Of victims who had pride

Some thought they'd defy it

All of them have died

Destruction in its wake

The mangled corpses rot

If you think you'll survive...  NOT!



The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank



Here it comes, you better start running

Here it comes, you better start running



The armored shell coroded

From blood that now is dry

Markings left to signify

The deaths of many lives

Through many years of silence

Breaks a horrifying sound

You turn to look in disbelief

He's come to hunt you down



The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

The Hate Tank

Hate Taaaaaak!



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 (c)1987  cDc communications  by Swamp Rat                          12/16/87-25

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