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                                DAYGLO ABORTIONS



                          here today, guano tomorrow 



                            Compliments of  Swamp Rat



                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<

                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-

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HAMSTER IN CREAM SAUCE FLAMBE                 TO CONTACT

                                        YOUR FAVORITE DAYGLO...

Ingredients:                                SEND STUFF TO:



4 large hamsters (live)                     Hamster Hotel

3 tablespoons unsalted butter               PO Box 670, Station A

1/4 cup finely chopped onion                Toronto, Canada

1 cup sliced mushrooms                      M5W 1G2

1/4 gran marnier (heated)

1/4 cup heavy or whipping cream

Salt, freshly ground black pepper, nutmeg



Asphyxiate and fillet hamsters, place 2 tablespoons butter in preheated frypan,

add onions and saute for 10 minutes.

Add mushrooms and continue cooking for 10-15 minutes or until onions are

softened and yellow, remove onion and mushroom mixture from pan and reserve.

Melt remaining butter in pan, add hamster fillets and saute quickly over medium

heat 4-5 minutes per side, add brandy, turn heat to high and ignite.

Continue cooking  until brandy is down to half its original volume, reduce heat

to low, add cream and onion mixture and heat thoroughly, season with salt,

pepper and nutmeg to taste.

Place fillets, 2 per serving, on pre-heated plates, pour sauce over top,

garnish as desired.

ENJOY!

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--FUCK MY SHIT STINKS

  M. Acton



Sittin' on the pot on Tuesday mornin'

Readin' 'bout the war in Lebanon

A car bomb killed 3 Yankees in Rome

But I got a bigger problem and it's closer to home



CHORUS

Oh fuck my shit stinks

Holy fuck'n moly my shit stinks

Argh fuck Billy my shit stinks

Ohhhhh



Maybe there's something wrong with my diet

I had a case of beer and a couple of tacos

You know I feel like Johnny Cash

Going down in that ring of burning fire



chorus



Well all my friends like heavy metal

But I've always been partial to polkas

While they're all playin' their air guitars

I'm farting along with the booming tubas



chorus





--FUCK SATAN TO DEATH

  N. Burnes



Jesus is my savior

And Satan must die



This is the end

Ready for death

Reaper is near

Pity the damned

Lucifer's lust

Has got out of hand

Let's fuck him up by fucking his ass



Tear out his tail

Pull out his horns

Send the fucker where he belongs

Send the mother back to his hole

Let's take him out and slip him the pole



It's easier said than easier done

The battle's over and we have won

Snuff out his life and have the last laugh

'Cause we've got jesus here in the band





--DRAGONS

  M. Acton



You created your character

But your destiny is ruled by the die of six

You're standing at the edge of churning black water

A tributary of the river Styxx



I am the master of this world

I could have the earth devour you where you stand

You exist for my pleasure

You'll soon wish you never stepped into my

Dungeon



Clutching hands grab at your legs

They pull you down underground

You draw your sword, recoil in horror

The serpent's venom takes its toll



I am the master of this world

I'll have my fun with you one by one

Your lives are coming to an end

You'll soon wish you never stepped into my 

Dungeon



You're the last alive and you've lost your never

You turn and run you might survive

You need a way to leave this plain

You'll lose your soul if you remain

You see a door no time to lose

Kick it down and run right through

You step into a glowing cavern

Suddenly you hear a voice



I am the master of this world

You're all fools if you think you can escape

You're in this 'till the end

Look around see what you have to fight

Dragons





--HIDE THE HAMSTER

  M. Acton



Well Billy is a boy who has a few ideas of his own

He has a Habitrail maze with 35 hamsters in his home



He takes them to the disco

Where everybody loves him



They cover them with Neet and wash them down

So they are nice and clean

Then yank their teeth and pull their claws

And dip the little rodents in Vaseline



They all have Habitrail tubes

Stuck firmly up their asses



CHORUS

And they all sing

oho oho hide the hamster



They dance around on the dance floor

From each shaking ass hangs a twitching little tail

The hamsters last abut five minutes

And their death throes bring the dancers



They shoot their wads together

Dead hamsters up their asses



Each hamster has an orgasm

At the very instant of its death

So each person grabs a straw

To feltch their partner's asshole of the sperm



They al have Habitrail tubes

Stuck firmly up their asses





--THE SPAWN OF YOG SOTHOTH

  M. Acton/S. Henderson



THE BEAST

He exists

THE BEAST

On the astral plane

THE BEAST

He has the ability

To enter our universe



THE BEAST

Psionic attack

THE BEAST

Chaotic evil

THE BEAST

Highly intelligent

And unpredictable



THE BEAST

Gaping cunts

THE BEAST

Pulsing peni

THE BEAST

In this shape he'll mate

With mankind to create his spawn



THE SPAWN

They will breed

THE SPAWN

With human beings

THE SPAWN

They will turn the world

Into man's worst nightmare



THE BEAST

He will rule

THE BEAST

o're his spawn

THE BEAST

They will be his servants

In a burning world of doom



THE BEAST

400 Hit points

THE BEAST

Strength 25

THE BEAST

Charisma -7

If you meet his eye you'll die



THE BEAST

Multiple attack

THE BEAST

Monk Bard nill

THE BEAST

Giant mass of legs

Feelers and stalked organs





--SHRED CENTRAL

  T. Hagen/M. Acton/N. Burnes



Don't need this crap

This TV's pushing

I'm just gonna get my skate]

And hit the streets

I know a place

Not far from here

Where I can ride a gnarly bowl

And get some air



Ain't gonna be like my parents

Rottin' away in easychairs

Ain't got no time for sunday football

Or watching cartoons after school



Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL

Whatcha gonna do - GRINDERS

Whatcha gonna say - "Like, where's the bowl, dude?"

Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL

Whatcha gonna do - OLLIES

Whatcha gonna say - "Bitchin' Hawk, Jak"



Do a heavy slam

Knees gushing blood

But I'll just et back on my skate

And carve the tiles

I'll try an invert

With a rippin' handplant

But I might have to send away

For a new pair of surfpants



  "Hey you kid..city police skateboard squad

   35 dollar fine, skating in public... you're busted!



  "Screw you, mister!"



(repeat first verse)



Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL

Whatcha gonna do - FACE PlANT

Whatcha gonna say - "Nice Lipstand, Cowboy"

Where you gonna go - SHRED CENTRAL

Whatcha gonna do - ROCK 'N ROLL SLIDER

Whatcha gonna say - "Bitchin' Hawk, Jak"



   "Later, skater"





--DRUGGED AND DRIVING

  M. Acton/S. Henderson





It was a quarter to twelve and we were rocking

I put my money on the bar, I heard the devil knocking

We played some drinking games while the band was thrashing

And a fight broke out so we gave the place a trashing

When the cops showed up I had to eat all my drugs

A couple of the guys got the kiss their billy clubs

The rest of us got out through the basement door

I ran to the back and I dove into my car



CHORUS

We were drugged

Drugged and driving



We got away clean but I was feeling kind of strange

I just ate 25 speeders and I could feel the adrenaline

Pumping through my veins like a burning fire

Straight to my brain and then to tires

Of the car I was driving at sixty miles an hour

I stepped on the gas and went with the power

Screaming like an angel of the devil

My friends are in the back

And we're headed straight for hell



CHORUS



When you're on our roads

You better keep on your toes

'Cause we're gonna get you into our sights

We're gonna track you down

'Cause we're the demons of the underground

Caverns of Lucifer

And when we get you under our hooves

We'll trample you into the dirt

and tear your soul from your broken carcass

And deliver it unto our lord



1st verse/chorus





--HERE TODAY, GUANO TOMORROW

  M. Acton



Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God

And the Bank of America

Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers

And says this must be Heaven

Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers

On a mattress full of money

Meanwhile another 1000 people make their beds

With death and misery and starvation



CHORUS

They were here

Here for today

But they'll be Guano

Guano tomorrow



Now it's Reverend Fallwell's church

And he has the need for a little more money

it will cost a lot to eliminate rock

And stamp out the international threat of Communism

Mister Reagan and Gorbachev

Will let us fight light animals in a barnyard

While they play the roles of the farmer

The butches, the distributor, and the consumer



CHORUS



The world is full of humanitarians

Killing each other for a piece of the human pie

Where everybody is right and nobody is wrong

And many are downtrodden

These people call me a cretin

'Cause I get a little spittle in their eye

And they don't care much for us Dayglos

Sittin' around and toasting to the end of time



We are here

here for today

But we'll be Guano

Guano tomorrow





--Kill Johnny Stiff

  

We got gigs over here

We got gigs over there

We got gigs everywhere

We ain't playin' nowhere



Kill Johnny Stiff

Do it now

Kick him in the head

Stamp him in the ground

Kill Johnny Stiff

Wreck his life

Cut his balls off

And feed them to pitbulls



Don't like this green pants

Don't like his paisley shirt

Don't like ripoff shithead promoters

We got a message for you

WE'RE NOT YOUR BAND



Rape Johnny Stiff

Do it now

Fuck him up the ass

Piss in his mouth

Rape Johnny Stiff

Feed him guano 

Shred his dick

Give him a barbwire catheters



Bend over, I'll drive



Kill Johnny Stiff

Do it now

Kick him in the head

Stamp him in the ground

Kill Johnny Stiff

Wreck his life

Cut his balls off

As payment to the bands



Die, Stiff



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 (c)1988  cDc communications  by Swamp Rat                            8/4/88-66

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