STUFF IT UP YOUR ARTS

you're not an extreme person don't lead an extreme life
you're just a canada council grant who talks too much
extreme is just a word they use to sell potato chips
and baby let me tell you
your posturing's just about as crass and desperate

all you ever seem to say
is how little there seems to be left to say
all you ever seem to do
you say it's about art but it's really about you

your narcissism is yesterday's news you fucking ponce
as if your neurotic bullshit could help me learn about myself
like a magazine perfume strip you reek of your own vanity
and baby let me tell you
your pain's a fucking joke of an accessory

all you ever seem to say
is how little there seems to be left to say
all you ever seem to do
you should've shot yourself when you were in artschool

SONG FOR THE THIRD WORLD WAR

you want some hatred, well here it is
cause you know vitriol is all we're good for
this is a song for the third world war
but i'm still waiting for my marching orders
nothing new underneath the sun
so we'll take it upon ourselves to make it old again
it's the brand new song you've heard before
and it's starting to get a little repetitive

load your guns and sharpen your knives
cause you know they're just waiting for their chance to strike
load your guns and sharpen your knives
gonna burn the fatherfuckers to the ground tonight

you want something sacred, well here it is
cause you know kneeling's what knees are made for
this is a song for the end of the world
or at the very least a new world order
this is a song for the traitors and betrayed
this is a song for every martyr crucified
maybe for a change you'll learn from what's gone before
cause these tragicomic circles are getting mighty tired

one two three four, the soldiers marching off to war..

ACNE SCARS

my heart has acne scars
'cause i picked at it too much
i wore it on my sleeve
it got a rash from the exposure
i try to talk to you
but you just put up walls
i'm reaching out to you
but it's like sticking my hand inside a freezer

let's dig out your heart
let it thaw out on the counter
let's cook up your parts
let's have you for supper

let's have you rare and bloody
succulent and sloppy
your body and your blood
transubstantiation

MASCULINITY PARADE

i may be a bullshit artist
but at least i'm an artist at something
my lies all have white smiles
and wave like passing royalty

my intentions are all honourable
like samurai poised to strike
and i don't mean no harm at all
but i do what i do to get what i need

and i'm only human after all
maybe a little less, even
i don't understand you
i don't understand myself
i don't
i don't
i don't
i don't

but i understand all too fucking well

HAPPY ADVENTURE (flin flon)

reporting on conditions always safe
revealing unknown answers in my brain
transferring metal objects magnetically
training woolen sweaters to speak like me

NOTHINGBODY

well aren't you just the ugliest little thing
you lead a miserable little life don't you?
head like a nubbed pencil
don't you just breathe boredom?
watch tv more than sleep
you sell death, and you buy it too
stuff us all in the back of a drawer
you'd stuff us in the ovens, too

your brain cells will thank you later
your blood backs up in gratitude
joints creak in endless laughter
black lungs cough a rasping lovesong

you hellacious horntooter
slow of wits and sharp of bits
come bring on the kings
franchisee despotism
garbage bags for uniforms
and vulgar gestures for salutes
the emperor's new clothes
fashioned from transparent plastic

there were black cars driving down my street today
with silver drops of rain hissing on their hoods
and blacksuits inside, with big hands
hungry for warm necks to carress

knocka knock knocking on my door..

there were black cars driving down my street today
and they've got a list of numbers and names

kick in the door
as soon as they've knocked
now you're on the floor
now you're fucked
place a black hood
over your head
take you to a place
where you'd be better off dead

just another nothingbody

INSOMNIA

god don't take sides, no
but he sure loves to put us on them
lines us up and winds us up
Him and old Lucy place their odds

we're narrow-minded bigots
but we don't ever see it
keep fighting for the last crumbs
'til kingdom-motherfucking-come

my faith in words, it's own dogma
my faith in people, my martyrdom
my faith in myself, vanity of vanities

all you do is talk shit
shit is all that ever comes out of your mouth
falls in my drink with a "plop!"
but your hatred for others is your hate for yourself

'cause when you point the finger
there's three pointing right back
why don't you look at yourself
before you go on the attack

i feel like i never know what to say, so i never ever shut up
i think i'm a weak guy, and i'll lose my spine once the going gets tough
and you know i just can't shake this feeling
that one of these days it will
surely, our generation must learn to suffer
before we get over the hill

and yeah i know that's just a stupid media-fed fantasy
but when i go to sleep at night it's all very very real to me
and though the things i imagine will never match complex reality
my greatest fear when i close my eyes is that it's all true symbolically

you know people are all different
but our vanity is the only constant
and every single one of us
has a screaming little inner fascist
ready to go get out the guns
'cause here they come
and you wonder why the world
is the way it is

i'm sick of living in the fall
and waiting for apocalypse
and i'm so tired of living inside
your self-fulfilling myths

you know bombs are dropped on innocents
for your bittersweet and beautiful sadness
and you can wave a trite little placard
in the cold for half an hour
but then you go home and your home is warm
so congratulations, baby, for feeling guilty
but i'll never give this up until i have to
and darling neither will you

i'm sick of living in the fall
and waiting for apocalypse
and i'm not ready to die inside of
your self-fulfilling myths

and isn't it funny how
we're always right
but it never matters
babe ain't it funny how
you're always right
and it never ever matters
and if might makes right
why do the weak hold sway
if might makes so much fucking right
why do the weak hold so much sway?

IF IT LOOKS LIKE A DUCK, SOUNDS LIKE A DUCK, AND ACTS LIKE A DUCK, IT'S A VAMPIRE

is it the planets that are
out of alignment so that
it seems like now the whole wide
world is falling apart
paradigm shift time,
breaking a straight line crooked
letting the chips fall,
'til a new order breaks it

there is nothing safe to cling to
there is nothing that can save you
there is nothing safe to cling to
there is nothing that can save you

looks like duck, sounds like a duck, acts like a duck, it's a vampire

LOVE YOURSELF AND LOVE YOUR MOM

i don't mean to be so negative
it's just i've no solutions to give
but there are two dogma i can offer
and i'm not being ironic either:

love yourself and love your mom
i'm not trying to change the world
i just want to sing some songs
(is that so wrong?) i said:
love yourself and love your MOM

i know it's not much but it's a start
and do feel free to tear it apart
but moms work harder than anyone else
and you're useless to others if you don't love yourself

yo mom, yo mom, yo mama yo mama yo mom!