Mark Mahosky

We live under a blanket,
the thankful and the thankless.
And anyone who moves it
to either side is bullshit.

You don't know, until you're here.
You don't know, until you're here.
And you don't know who to trust.
But don't trust me.

The warmth keeps us from thinking,
but in our sleep we're shouting.
Some say that I should care more,
but I know what they're there for.

You don't know, until you're here.
And you don't know who to trust.
'Cause we are all full of shit.

You've seen us on the news,
that doesn't mean it's true,
about me.

We hide behind a lot,
we let our culture rot,
even me.

But come inside and then,
you'll never stand again,
you'll see.

And you'll find out, don't be stunned,
you can't trust anyone.

Tub = Love

I fill your tub.
In a minute, we'll be in it,
In the warmth.

We fill your tub.
Steam the bathroom like it's our womb,
With no fear.

Diving low, deep below,
where bubbles blow... BOOP

I'll scrub your tub.
On my knees now, no Febreze now,
'Cause I like your scent.

In bed you lie, your hairs have dried,
And I find the light... BOOP

You're Ruining Our Sausage Party

Be fun and free.

You play these games with holes
and all the scoring in the rear,
But if one of you told the truth, then
He'd disappear.

But it's no secret,
Be fun and free.

If you call yourself a punk
don't think that you're above it too,
'Cause every show you're rubbing boys
and your girlfriend, she's not proof.

So stop bringing her,
Be fun and free,
Sausage Party!

Gettin' My Drink On

College is so rad, parties are so fly
It's really just your spit on the bowl that gets me high.
I suck your smoke until it burns my throat.

Yeah then we stumble through the crowd, I brush against your crotch.
The lighting is so dim, I know no one can watch.
I teeter some until I find your lump.

Yeah now we're getting our drinks on
It's the only way that
I can touch your body.

Getting my drink on
Just like daddy taught me,
But he'll never know this.

Now it's after one o'clock, you're getting stupider.
I'm cranking up the tunes, you're taking off your shirt.
I chug the rest and watch your smooth hard chest.

Yeah then you pass out in your shorts, on the easy chair.
Next morning when you ask, I swear that I was dared,
And before you can grow back all your pubic hair...

Hoom Boot

When will you die?

Just because you lived through the sixties,
doesn't mean you did shit for this country.

Stop trying to play the blues,
it's embarrassing.

Your shit does stink.

Just because you own the means of production,
doesn't mean your art has a function.

Stop singing Christmas songs,
it's embarrassing.

Shut the fuck up, with your countdowns,
movie channels, radio stations.

Shut the fuck up, we're not listening,
when will you die?

Blimpie the Hipster

Blimpie Blimpie Blimpie!
You try your hand at skanking.
We call it Sherman-tanking.

We want to read your patches,
We know you're not a poser,
Come out a little closer.

Get off the floor! Get off the floor!
You ain't no hipster.
You must be thin! You must be thin!
To be a hipster.
Get off the floor! Get off the floor!
Until you're thinner.

You have not ever been even cool.
Lose some weight, make yourself hard and cool.

Blimpie Blimpie Blimpie!
Myspace says you're bi now,
We know it doesn't lie now.

Your patches are so cliched!
Who still likes The Goonies?
And we're all done with Siouxsie.

You have not ever been even cool.
Where's your girl? Is she real, just like you?

Bow Party

Go to work,
come home.

See a band,
kill your throat.

It's so nice of them to let us have this music
Just in case we feel something
We can really really really let them know.

When they give
you a check,

Go right out,
pay them back.

It's so nice of them to let us have this liquor
So that every Friday
We can really really really let it go.

Go to work,
Go to bed,
Go to work,
Go to bed.

Wiener

I've got a little theory
About what America's fearing.

We've deprived our young men, really
now they've lost that loving feeling.

Quiet!
Hide it!
Those earth angels aren't axe handles.

Why does every man fear his neighbor?
Why can't the military get any gayer?

We all had a little feeling
And it's what America's killing.

Rainbow Conference

Feel the heat closing in,
Feel the heat closing in,
Feel the heat.

They've got dogs and lights,
They've got dogs and lights,
I'll have to turn into night.

They said I showed you too much,
I showed you too much,
I showed you.

Now I'm running the clutch,
Now I'm running the clutch,
Now I'm running.

I write this from my room,
in the stillness of the tomb.

Your picture's on my wall,
and my hand falters around your balls.