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These are the lyrics to the songs on "Fat Slacks." You can download a text copy here. The text copy does not include the Japanese lyrics to "[I Love] Banzai Chibi Chan."

Words and music © 2001 Polish Pope Records
Published by Papal Bull Music [BMl]

NOTE: There is track listing error on the CD. Track 5 and Track 10 listings should be switched. Lyrics reflect the correct track order. Hey, we drink too much. Sue us.




WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE : They taught me how to behave. They showed me how to look good. They told me how to save face. They showed me how to be misunderstood. I feel like I've spent my life wrapped in barbed wire. I don't know how I've survived wrapped in barbed wire. Crush the soul and the spirit will die wrapped in barbed wire. I feel like I ve spent my life wrapped in barbed wire. They taught me how to work hard. They showed me how to fit in. They told me put trust in God. They showed me life is a sin. I fell like I've spent my life wrapped in barbed wire. words by Joe

POP JUNK [Pt.2] : You say you want it so easy. You want to live without fear. You want to have a good time. You won't find it here. Can't you look around you? Don't you see what I see? The world's going haywire and you just want to leave it be. When the earth's gonna crack now, when we fall into the sea, when they come and steal your life, where will you be? You're living a lie, you're living so blind. You say you want to be happy, but you don't have the time. Can't you look around you? No, you just wanna have fun. Abusing your privilege, no concern for anyone. When the earth's gonna crack, when we fall into the sea, when they come and steal your life, where will you be? words by Joe

HAPPEN 2 YOU : You wake up, your back aches. Your heart hurts, too many steaks. Your head gleams, your hair's fake. Frigid wife, you masturbate. You gotta walk while others run and life is drab, you got no fun. Whatever happened to my childhood days? Felt so good all the time, I just wanted to play. Guess I got old and fixed in my ways. I m so fed up, somebody take my place. False teeth, limp dick, gray hair, bland food, shot veins, depends, fat slacks, get screwed. You stand up, your bones creak. Eat mexican, your bowels freak. It's hard to shave with saggy cheeks. Wake up at night, you gotta leak. You need a hat out in the sun. You can't get laid, you got no fun. You can't get up from deep knee bends. You fall asleep 'fore tv ends. You break a hip, it never mends. Your bladder's shot, you wear depends. You know your life is almost done. Don't you wish you'd had more fun? words by Bill

ENNUl : Day after endless day. Neverending stream of gray. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Nothing ventured, nothing pained. Mom tell us what to do. Mom knows what we can do. Sometimes. words by Bill

WORK MAKES FREEDOM : I've got blood on my hands, I've got grit in my teeth. And all I'm waiting for is something to eat. Why do we always chase after gold? I feel so weary, I feel so old. They say work makes freedom, what do I believe? They say work makes freedom, I say they plant the bad seed. Born to die, go up in smoke. If it weren't so painful, it would be a joke. Why do we choose the right right way, and then just don't go? 'Cause we're wrapped in wire, without hope. They say work makes freedom, what do I believe? words by Joe




LOSER : You live your life out in the sun, catching lots of rays. The only thing wrong with your wretched life is just how bad it pays. Let me see if I got this straight, you say you like music, but rock you hate. What's going on inside your head? You say rock and roll is dead? Don't know how you really feel, cause everything you got, you had to steal. Kinda hard to make music on your own with two turntables and a microphone. And when you go to sleep at night, tell me what you see. There's nothing but the blackness deep inside, you don't get shit for free. And let me tell you about hangin' and bangin' and weepin' and peepin' and rockin' and glockin' and movin' and groovin' and doing the ecstasy. yeah, you're having a good time rocking to all your biggest hits on the turntable. Of course, you didn't write any of them yourself, but that's ok, 'cause all the beautiful people are there, they're so beautiful it looks like a Gap ad. I got one thing to say to you buddy: that's so sad... And when your time on earth is done, what will people say? He never did anything for himself in life, now the devil you'll pay. Loser. words by Bill

WE PLAN TO EAT : Inference: as savages enlightened by the hand of God. Genetic retribution and the rule of thumbs declares they're wrong. History: crawling painfully from ignorance into the light and still, we let the world be ruled by avarice and sacrifice. We take the tools that we can use. We only follow simple rules. We've found our true nature hypnotized by the abyss. Lack the will to feed your self and you survive at your own risk. Evidence: as experienced, we believe we hold the world in thrall. lf truth be told, the skills we know have remained unchanged since we left the veldt. Tyranny: of the first degree, when we hold ourselves above the fray. The secret's there's no secret and you life is worth what you have paid. We only know that we are fools. We've broken each and every rule. We've found our true nature hypnotized by the abyss. Lack the will to feed your self and you survive at your own risk. The hungry sheep look up and are not fed. words by Joe

BUTTFEST : It's time to spread the word. You've got to keep up your end. But don't you get too cheeky. Anus the truth, my friend. Yo, buttfest. Buttfest. The enema is within. And that's the hole damn truth. If those assholes don't like it, they can shit a Baby Ruth. Yo, buttfest. Buttfest. So if your ass ain't squeaky, you got to wipe away those blues. We got the enema on the run. Those assholes got nothin' to lose. Yo, buttfest. Buttfest. words by Bill

DAILY GRINDSTONE : It starts with a hard boot and it rips my sleep away. Chock full o' anxiety, have suit and here to stay. And I crawl down in the hole. Another day when the clock punches back, another day strapped down in the rack. Another day screaming on the phone, another day with my face to the grindstone. And I think I've got made. It ends in a cold sweat and it rips my life away. Here's one for the defect, the one you cast away. And I'm deep down in the hole. And sometimes late at night I wake up and I don't know where I am, and I don't know who I am, and I don't know if I'm dreaming. And I fall asleep and the clock goes off and I don't believe I'm dreaming, no I don't believe I'm dreaming and I don't believe... Another day when the clock punches back, another day strapped down in the rack. Another day screaming for a soul, another day with my face to the grindstone. And I think I've got made. words by Joe

BIG FAT JERK : Why do you wanna take it all away? I can't listen to a word you say. All your promises are great big lies. Why don't you just crawl away and die? I'll tell you what you are: you're a big fat jerk! You're not worthy to lick my spit. You're not worthy to eat my shit. All your promises are great big lies. Why don't you just crawl away and die? I'll tell you what you are: you're a big fat jerk! Why ya always try to tell me what to do? I got a six-pack and I don't need you! All you're promises are great big lies. Why don't you just crawl away and die? I'll tell you what your are: you're a big fat jerk!
words by Joe

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