Seeking Musical Feedback (Friends 2 The End)- Brodie MacDougal

Jameson Neat - Jim Bob Jenkins

Rutabaga Thief - Clem Carlson

Tumblepubes - Brodie MacDougal

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA) 
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)

I EAT DEAD KITTENS ‘CAUSE IT MAKES LITTLE GIRLS CRY. 
I EAT DEAD KITTENS ‘CAUSE IT’S FUN TO WATCH THEM DIE.

KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA) 
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)

I EAT DEAD KITTENS ‘CAUSE THEY TASTE SO FUCKING GREAT. 
I EAT ‘EM RAW. WITHIN THE LAW IN 44 STATES.

KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA) 
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)

I’LL SLAUGHTER ALL OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD PETS.
AT LEAST IT’LL SAVE YOU ON TRIPS TO THE VET.

KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA) 
KITTEN GUTS SANDWICH (WHOA)

I EAT DEAD KITTENS ‘CAUSE IT MAKES LITTLE GIRLS CRY.

Kitten Guts Sandwich

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

I’M A PRISONER IN THE DUNGEON. 
AND THE RIVER THAMES IS RISIN’.
I’M CHAINED IN HERE WITH MURDERERS 
AND COCKROACHES AND MICE. 

AND THEN RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)
RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)

RATS ATE MY FACE!

WELL THE VERMIN FEASTED ON MY FACE
LIKE IT WAS MADE OF CHEESE.
TO MAKE THINGS WORSE, THEY’VE GOT THE PLAGUE. 
AND NOW I AM DISEASED. 

OH LORD. RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)
RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)

RATS ATE MY FACE!
RATS ATE MY FACE!
RATS ATE MY FACE!

WHEN THERE WAS NO MORE FLESH 
UPON MY SKULL,
THEY DINED UPON MY RIBS.
I TRIED TO SHUT MY EYES,
THE BASTARDS CHEWED AWAY THE LIDS. 
(GOD DAMN YOU!)

RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)
RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)
RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)
RATS! (RATS!) 
ATE! (ATE!) 
MY FACE! (HEY!)

RATS ATE MY FACE!
RATS ATE MY FACE!
RATS ATE MY FACE!
RATS ATE MY FACE!

Rats Ate My Face

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

FOURTH TRIMESTER ABORTION! 
THE LATER THE TERM, 
THE SWEETER THE JUICE!

CREEPING THROUGH THE NURSERY. 
I HOPE I DON’T GET CAUGHT. 
I PLAN TO END YOUR PARENTHOOD, 
VIABLE OR NOT.
I ONLY NEED TEN INGREDIENTS. 
FOR MY WITCHES BREW. 
BUT THERE’S ONE I LACK. 
I NEED THE LITTLE BRAT. 
UP IN THAT BASSINET. 
A LITTLE YOUNG BLOOD. 
TO SATE THE DARK ONE. 

FOURTH TRIMESTER ABORTION! 
THE LATER THE TERM, 
THE SWEETER THE JUICE!

I AM SATAN’S MINION. 
AND HE WANTS A SACRIFICE. 
YOU SHOULD HAVE LOCKED YOUR BACK DOOR. 
NOW YOUR DARLING’S IN MY SIGHTS.
I NEED YOUR PROGENY.
TO BE MY OFFERING. 
‘CAUSE THAT’S A SURE THING      
TO MAKE A DEMON SMILE. 
I NEED YOUR SMALL ONE
UP IN MY CAULDRON.
DIP MY LADLE IN THE CRADLE. 
[SLURP] CREAM OF CHILD.

FOURTH TRIMESTER ABORTION! 
THE LATER THE TERM, 
THE SWEETER THE JUICE!

THE SWEETNESS OF A FETUS
GETS BETTER WITH AGE. 
BUT THERE’S NO BETTER VINTAGE 
THAN NEWBORN INFANT. 

GOO GOO GA GA BITCH.

FOURTH TRIMESTER ABORTION! 
THE LATER THE TERM, 
THE SWEETER THE JUICE!

4th Trimester Abortion

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

YOU’RE A MOTHERFUCKER
AND YOU’RE ON MY LAST NERVE.
DEATH IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU 
TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. 

I’M GONNA HACK YOUR HEAD OFF. 
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT. 
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE. 
DECIPITATE AND DEFECATE.
HACK YOUR HEAD OFF. 
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT. 

THE CONTENTS OF MY BUTTHOLE 
WILL BE YOUR FINAL SNACK.
BUT SADLY YOU WON’T TASTE IT, 
‘CAUSE YOUR HEAD WON’T BE ATTACHED.

I’M GONNA HACK YOUR HEAD OFF.
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.
HACK YOUR HEAD OFF. 
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT. 

NOW YOU’RE A HUMAN TOILET AND
YOU’VE GOT YOURSELF TO THANK.
YOU’VE BEEN TALKING SHIT FOR YEARS.
YOUR SOUL’S A SEPTIC TANK.

THAT’S WHY I HACKED YOUR HEAD OFF.
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.

HACK YOUR HEAD OFF.
SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.
DECAPITATE AND DEFECATE.
HACK YOUR HEAD OFF.

Decapitate n' Defecate

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

DON’T CALL A HOTLINE! 
DON’T SEEK OUT PSYCHOTHERAPY! 
YOU WERE RIGHT THE FIRST TIME! 
IT’S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD, 
EVERYBODY WANTS YOU DEAD!

KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
THERE’S SO MANY WAYS TO KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
JUST END YOUR POINTLESS LIFE!

SWALLOW A RAZOR
OR JUMP INTO A VOLCANO. 
DO US A FAVOR 
AND KISS A CROCODILE. 
YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTHWHILE. 

KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
THERE’S SO MANY WAYS TO KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
KILL YOURSELF! 
JUST END YOUR POINTLESS LIFE!

Kill Yourself

Music & Lyrics by Myra Judith Nelson

LEND ME YOUR EARS
AND A COUPLE OF LIMBS.
DON’T YOU WANNA HAVE A BAD TIME?
I’LL STRAP ON A KNIFE
AND FUCK YOU IN THE EYE
‘CAUSE THEY SAY THAT LOVE IS BLIND.

I’LL MAKE A SPLASH
AT YOUR SUNDAY MASS
WHEN I USE BOTH TESTAMENTS
TO WIPE MY ASS. 

MIND IN THE GUTTER.
HEART SO BLACK. 
YOU CAN’T SHUT UP
A RAVING MANIAC.

AND YOU CAN’T SHUT MY
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY 
DIRTY MOUTH. 
MY MOTHER TRIED IT.
YOU CAN’T SHUT MY
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY 
DIRTY MOUTH. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE. 

THEY THOUGHT I’D FADE, THAT I’M JUST A FAD. 
WELL, SURPRISE! THE BITCH IS BACK. 
I’LL USE YOUR BALLS AS A PUNCHING BAG, 
WHEN IT’S TIME TO HIT THE SACK. 

I’LL KILL YOUR DAD, 
MAKE YOUR MAMA WATCH. 
EVEN SATAN TOLD ME, 
“MYRA, TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH.” 

GOT NO REMORSE. 
I’M UNREPENTANT. 
MAKE THE FOUNDING FATHERS
RUE THE FIRST AMENDMENT. 

NO. YOU CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY (EAT SHIT!)
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
THE PRIEST TRIED IT.
NO. YOU CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY (EAT SHIT!)
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE.

YOU CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY (EAT SHIT!)
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
A-MOTHERFUCKER.
YOU CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
CAN’T SHUT MY (EAT SHIT!)
DIRTY MOUTH.
CAN’T SHUT MY (FUCK YOU!)
DIRTY MOUTH. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE. 
SO DRINK BLEACH AND DIE.

Myra Nightshade