The chart topping album Fagtown 2. Originally released in 2009 to critical acclaim.  After the master was lost in a boat fire, recovered, lost in another, separate boat fire, the master was discovered on a flash drive said to be the sole item in Osama Bin Ladens possession when he was assassinated.

A Fractional Number of Marbles

Archimedes

British Newspaper Reporter

Doctor God

Leviathan

Methuselah

The Taco From Aruba

We're So High

This song is an expertly crafted window into our feelings about society. It uses intricate metaphors and bravely explores new soundscapes to convey a fresh, never-before-heard perspective on the world that you simply must hear to believe. 

LYRICS:

THE PISTOL IS FIRED INTO THE SKY!!!

THE RACE BEGINS!!!

PETEY PENCHANCE LEAPS INTO FIRST WITH AN EXCELLENT START MOVE.
PAULINA THE PERUVIAN PREDATOR PRANCES INTO SECOND PLACE. OH NO
SHE JUST HAD TALON SURGERY LAST YEAR AND SHE'S ALREADY IN THE RACE
IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE THAT IS A HUGE ACCOMPLISHMENT THEN FUCK YOU.

THERE ARE THIRTY-FOUR BIRDS IN THE RACE OVERALL,
AND THEY ALL WANT A PIECE OF THAT TROPHY.
ACTUALLY, THEY WANT THE WHOLE TROPHY.
THAT WOULD BE KIND OF STUPID IF YOU HAD TO CUT THE TROPHY UP
AND GIVE ONE PIECE TO EACH PARTICIPANT.
IN FACT, I THINK THAT WOULD KIND OF DEFEAT THE PURPOSE OF HAVING A TROPHY, DON'T YOU?

OH SHIT I GOT STARTED RANTING AND I FORGOT ABOUT THE FUCKING RACE I'M COMMENTING ON
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE ANY OF THE BIRDS ARE FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M GONNA GET SO FIRED
THIS IS JUST LIKE LAST WEEK WHEN I DROPPED MY ICE CREAM SANDWICH RIGHT IN THE CRACK BETWEEN
THE PASSENGER'S SEAT OF MY UNCLE'S CAR WHEN HE WAS TAKING ME TO WORK
AND IT GOT A BUNCH OF DIRT ON IT BUT I REALLY WANTED AN ICE CREAM SANDWICH
SO I JUST ATE THAT SHIT ANYWAY AND THEN GOT SEVERE TUBERCULOSIS.

AND HERE WE ARE AT THE FINISH LINE OF THE RACE! IT'S NECK AND DICK FOLKS!
OH HOLY SHIT IT'S THE BULLET FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE RACE
IT JUST HIT A BIRD AND NOW IT'S FALLING TO EARTH FROM THE CLOUD SKY ARENA
THAT THIS RACE IS BEING HELD IN! NOW MY FAILURE MAY BE OVERSHADOWED BY A MORE DISASTROUS EVENT
AND I MAY LIVE TO BE EMPLOYED ANOTHER DAY!

The Bird Race

This track is the product of our most recent musical innovations. As it pleases our ears, minds, hearts, faces, and souls so literally and epically, we can't help but relish you in our awesomeness. Enjoy forever all!!!!!!!

The Dickwave

This, is just something that the Musical Gods gave to us one sunny Sunday afternoon. Here be ye all!

Tireplaque

This track is the latest fruit of our souls, and uses the questions of why lemurs are the most pointed-at animal as a vehicle for deep societal constructs and their considerations and debates. Please, all, enjoy these waves of thought and pleasure the world over, and tell all your friends about the wonderful mind perspectives you have been gifted by this and all the rest of our intricate and profound soundscapes.

Pointing At Lemurs (Silly Ian)

Our latest release from our upcoming album, "Fagtown Origins." Extra thanks to our producer and mixer, Giuseppe "Distortion" Jones.

Chess And Checkers

Chess And Checkers Instrumental

This track is our most soulful/soulless you can imagine. Let this song flow from your eardrums into your front branial cortex into your body into the world into the souls of those who were previously not fortunate enough to have their eardrums blessed by this insane intangible gift from the gods. The game.

Well I can't buy no cream cheese, so I churn it
The spaced out gods believe we'll all earn it
Sometimes we sell butter, behind the football tree
Sometimes our work's deferred and called insanity

The camera pans left, our ship's all out of fans
Thousands of midget people get fucked and then they can't defend, yo
The camera pans left, our ship's all out of fans
Sometimes our midget people get fucked and then they're not heard

Look at my hand, Gus! Look at my hand!
Then watch these dinosaurs shit on the land!
Look at the clueless chaps in the sand!
Watch them try to dig a hole with a rubber band (rubber band)

Sometimes it's just the wind that puts you all back in
Sometimes the drops of evil hail from afar
Sometimes it's just the sin that gives the gold its grin
Sometimes the drops of evil leave you with their kin

Cockfinger

Happy Inauguration Day! Even we couldn't have come up with this one. - Bob

Lyrics:
Would you let MacGyver play dodgeball?
Would you let a leprechaun hit your bong?
Would you bring a gang of queers to Genghis Khan?
And why’d you stay in Lebanon (to fuck my mom)?

Would you call Dave Letterman a big fat phony?
Would you let your only son become a brony?
Would you burn the forest down and just leave one tree?
Would you let a Muslim man into your country?

Chorus

I can say that I’m racist
I can say I took your country over in the 1800s
I can see that you’re nervous
I can see you took it all for granted, did a grand disservice  
I can say that I’m racist
I can say I took your country over in the 1800s
I can see that you nervous
You could say you got it up the anus, but did you deserve this?

(Lebanon yo sister’s titties)

Chorus:
Would you let the government touch your dick? (Yeah!)
Would you let the government touch your dick? (No!)
Would you let the government touch your dick? (Whoa!)
Would you let the government touch your dick? (Only if their hand’s clean!)

Stop masturbatng on the walls
Really though, stop masturbating on the walls

(My name is Christopher Columbine, uncovering genocide
Now my sultry lies trickle down before your children’s eyes)

Would You Let The Government Touch Your Dick?

We are PN, We make the music that flows from our hearts into our fingers and goes straight into all your minds. You are welcome.

PNBand

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