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the balls project - thick as my balls كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
really don’t mind if you sit this one out
…i may make you feel but i can’t make you sh_t
your love’s in the gutter, your sperm’s in the sink

[refrain]
so you ride yourselves over the b_lls
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as my b_lls

[verse 2 / (“drive my car” verse 1 & chorus)]
and the sh_t_castle virtues are all swept away
(asked a girl what she wanted to be
she said, “baby, can’t you see?)
in the tidal p_ss, the moral melee
(i wanna be famous, a star of the screen
but you can do something in between”)
the elastic retreat rings the close of b_lls
(“baby, you can drive my car
yes, i’m gonna be a star)
as the last wave uncovers the final b_lls
(baby, you can drive my car
and maybe i’ll love you”)

[refrain / (“drive my car” chorus)]
but your new shoes are worn at the head over heels
ah, don’t take my b_lls
don’t break my b_lls
don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away
and your b_lls does rapidly peel
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
(“baby, you can drive my car
yes, i’m gonna be a star)
to be thick as cum
(baby, you can drive my car
and maybe i’ll love_”)
[verse 3]
and the cum that i feel is so far away
i’m a bad dream that i just had yesterday
and you shake your head and said “who the f_ck are you?”

[verse 4 / (“pinball wizard” verses 1 & 2)]
(ever since i was a young boy, i’ve played the silver ball)
spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
(from soho down to brighton, i must’ve played ’em all
but i ain’t seen nothing like him in any amus_m_nt hall
that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball)
draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the cold s_x and booze
spin me down the long ages, let them join together with the band
(he stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine
feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean
plays by intuition, the_)

[verse 5]
see there! my b_lls is born
and we pr_nounce him fit to f_ck
there are black_heads on his b_lls
and he pees cumself in the night
we’ll make a kid who had a big hallucination of him, put him to a cum trade
teach him to play “time” and how to sing in the rain

[instrumental break]
aaaaahh! aaaaahh!
amogus
[?]
b_lls
p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss (etc.)
bread

(crazy frog sounds)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
i’m p_ssing and sh_tting all over this copy of amlor (1987)
voulez_vous
[?]
kodachrome
time
(screaming)

my b_lls
p_ss_p_ss_p_ss_p_ss
my b_lls
p_ss
p_ss_p_ss_sh_t_cum

bread
bread bread
bread bread

[spoken interlude]
rise and shine, mister freeman. rise and shine.
not that i… wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job.
no one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste (cum!) until… well, let’s just say your hour has come again.
the right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
so, wake up, mister freeman.
wake up and smell the ashes.
[verse 6]
the poet and the painter casting shadows on the watah
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the stone
the do_er and the thinker, no allowance for the other
as the failing light shatters the mercenary’s creed
the b_lls burning, the bread almost cold
but the master of the house is far away
the horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day

[refrain]
and the poet lifts his son while the soldier sheaths his sword
and the youngest of the family is p_ssing with authority
building p_ss castles by the p_ss sea
he dares the tardy p_ss tide to wash them all aside

(p_ss)
(piissss)
(piiissssss)
oh
_ide, oh

[instrumental break]
run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
you’ll find my favourite my b_lls, b_lls, my b_lls
don’t look so frightened, this is just a passing phase
one of my bad days

my b_lls
my b_lls
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
my b_lls (p_ss)
b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls

my b_lls (etc.)

b_lls (shut up) p_ss
b_lls (shut up) p_ss
b_lls (shut up) p_ss
b_lls (shut up) p_ss
shut up

p_ss

[verse 7]
the cattle quietly p_ssing at the p_ssy down by the my b_lls
where the swelling mountain p_ss water moves onward to the sea
the builder of my b_lls renews the age_old purpose
and contemplates the aaaaaahh whose offer is his need
the young men of the household have all gone in my b_lls
and are not to be expected for a year
the b_lls moving ever faster
has formed the b_lls to change the man he seems

[refrain]
and the poet sheaths his b_lls while the soldier lifts his sword
and the oldest of the family is p_ssing with authority
coming from ap_ss the sea, he challenges the sus
who puts him to the run

[instrumental break]
[?]
deez nuts!

some of us p_ss on my b_lls…

[“take a p_ss”]
[verse 8]
just take a p_ss and cast it to the sea
then watch the ripples never come back
gone to the other side
p_ss away, away
my p_ss spills so gently into your b_lls
disturbing the waters of the endless river

[verse 9]
shreds of our b_lls are lying on your ass
wounded words of p_ss are graveyards of the p_ss
b_lls are grey and torn, scattered in strawberry fields
b_lls of your b_lls are not real

[instrumental break]
what the fu_

[verse 10]
wear sadness on your b_lls like a worn_out overcoat
in pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your b_lls
the daybreak is your p_ssnight, the b_lls have all broken
disturbing the p_ss waters of our b_lls
of our b_lls
b_lls
b_lls
of our b_lls

we return you now to your regularly scheduled program

[verse 11]
what do you do when daddy dies
do you want to be him?
(my b_lls, b_lls, my b_lls, my b_lls)
and your real self sings “my b_lls”
(my my my my my ball ball ball ball ball my ball my ball etc.)
do you want to free him?
no one to help you p_ss up steam
and the p_ss turns you ‘way off_beam

[instrumental break]
ooh, ahh

[“make me p_ss” verse 1]
children play in the park, they don’t know
i’m alone in the dark, even though
time and time again i see my b_lls smiling inside

[“make me p_ss” chorus 1]
i’m so aaaaahh! (uh huh)
that you love me (oh yeah)
life is sh_t (oh)
when you’re near me
tell me, you will stay?
make me p_ss

[“make me p_ss” verse 2]
my b_lls is just a game, so they say

[verse 12]
i’ve come down from the upper class to break your rotten b_lls
my father was a stupid motherf_cker whom everyone obeyed

[verse 13]
so come on all you stupid motherf_ckers! i’ve got to put you straight
just like i did with my old man twenty_five or six to four years too late

[flute solo]
yar har, fiddle dee dee
being a pirate is alright to be
do what you want ’cause a pirate is free
you are a pirate!
yar har, fiddle dee dee
being a pirate is alright to be
do what you want ’cause a pirate is free
you are a pirate!

b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)

b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
b_lls, b_lls, b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (aaaaahh!)
stop!
i wanna go p_ss

[verse 14]
your bread and water’s going cold, your sh_t is short and neat
i’ll judge your b_lls and make d_mn sure that no_one judges my b_lls

[“make me p_ss” verse 2 continued]
all the sh_t we used to play
fade away, ooh
we may now enjoy the sh_ts we shared so long ago

[“make me p_ss” chorus 2]
oh, my darling (oh, oh)
got to have you (yeah, yeah)
feel my b_lls (whoa)
when i hold my b_lls
cry sweet tears of joy
touch the sky
(i was in the seamus kitchen
that’s the outside, was dog)

[instrumental break]

this is a demo
joey foreskin

[verse 15]
you curl your b_lls in fun as you sh_t at everyone
you meet the stares, you’re unaware that your enod t’nera sgniod
and you laugh most ruthlessly (_laughter_) as you tell us what not to bee!
but how are we supposed to see where we should p_ss?

[spoken interlude]
[?] some bollards? and today we’d like to talk to you about what makes a bollard a premium bollard. so first i’d like to talk to you about our my b_lls

[verse 16]
i see you sh_t in the courtroom
with your fingers upon my d_ck and b_lls
and your downy litle sidies and your p_ss_buckle shoes among us
playing at the hard_case, you follow the example
of the comic_paper idol who lets you bend the d_ck

[instrumental break]
break my b_lls, b_lls
break my b_lls, b_lls
break my b_lls, b_lls
break my b_lls, b_lls

[verse 17]
so! come_mong us childhood heroes!
won’t you rise up from the p_ss pages
of your comic_b_lls? your super_b_lls
and show us all the way? (“do you know the way?”)
well! make your p_ss and sh_t_ment (p_ss)
won’t you? trust your local government
we’ll have joe manchin for president, let doug walker save the day

[verse 18]
you put your bread on number one and it comes up every time
the other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line (sh_t)
and so you finally ask yourself just how big my b_lls are
and you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor b_lls
and you wonder who to call on

[instrumental break]
p_ss
p_ss
p_ss
p_ss p_ss
p_ss
p_ss
p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss
p_ss
p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss
p_ss

[verse 19]
so! where the h_ll was maggie
when you needed her last sat_rday?
and where are all the madmen
who always pulled you through?
they’re all resting down in brazil, writing up their memoirs
for a paper_back edition of the b_lls scout manual

[instrumental break]
p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss (etc.)
break my b_lls (etc.)
break my b_lls, b_lls (etc.)
b_lls b_lls b_lls b_lls (etc.)

[interlude]
my b_lls
my b_lls
my b_lls
my_my_my b_lls
my b_lls
my b_lls
my b_lls
my b_lls
my_my_my b_lls
my b_lls
my

break my b_lls
break my b_lls
break my b_lls
break my b_lls
break my b_lls
break my b_lls
bread
bread bread bread bread
bread bread

[verse 20]
see there! my b_lls is born
and we pr_nounce him thick as a brick
there’s a load lifted from his b_lls
with the discovery of his disease
we’ll take the child from him, put it to the test
teach it to break b_lls and how to fool the hill
(oh
’round and ’round and ’round and ’round)

[instrumental break]
p_ss

[drum solos]

[verse 21: spoken / (“her majesty” verse)]
(her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, but she doesn’t have a lot to say
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day
i wanna tell her that i love her a lot, but i gotta get a belly full of wine)
we will be geared to the average, rather than the exceptional
(her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, someday, i’m gonna make her mine, oh, yeah)
god is an overwhelming responsibility
(someday, i’m gonna make her mine)

p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss
p__p! p__p! p__p!
“i’m going to go listen to nostalgia critic’s the wall for comfort.”
we walked through the maternity ward
(stop!)
and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
“goodbye, prog boys! my b_lls!”

it says here that cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? hip_ hipgrave
[?] are red, so that can’t help

[verse 22 / (“west virginia b_lls” chorus / spoken: u.s. senator joe manchin)]
really don’t mind if you sit this one out
(country b_lls, take me home)
in the clear white cums of morning wonder
(to the place i belong)
i take my b_lls with the fool on the hill
(west virginia b_lls)
and the blue_balled soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(west virginia b_lls
my b_lls in west virginia)
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills
(“…part of any state, in any part of any role. part of america. which is southern_west virginia. and now all of a sudden, they get left behind, we can’t let that happen. so_”)

[verse 23]
with their b_lls pinching, they slouch to attention
while queueing for salty chocolate b_lls at the office canteen
saying “go f_ck yourself”
coughed up a p_n_s on a premium bond win
(shut up)

p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss

[(“west virginia b_lls” spoken: u.s. senator joe manchin)]
(“…we’ve gotta do some way to diversify. so i’m looking at now natural gases come on strong, and you look at p_ss sh_t and cum, which are the building blocks for manufacturing. we have a tremendous chemical valley, as you know the p_ss valley up the… my b_lls… we can invigorate my b_lls tremendously with manufacturing coming back, and we can be the backup_”)

[interlude]
uh_oh, uh_oh
uh_oh, uh_oh (aaaaahh!)
uh_oh, uh_oh
uh_oh, uh_oh

you are so yummy yummy yummy yummy fat fat fat
so yummy yummy yummy yummy fat fat fat
_laughter_ get moley on your phone!

give me open b_lls and a big ol’ knife
to get some bear, deer, even aaaaahh!
i light me a fire, do the shake and bake
i say, “yo, yo” i’m a cowboy now
(it’s the freak phone, and here’s the party freak:
freddie freaker, dancing new sensation
grabbing the nation, doing the freak
call now!)
(screaming)
the sun is hot and dry, gonna f_ck a cow
i say, “yo, yo” i’m loose and free
whoa there nelly, you’re the horse for my b_lls!

[verse 24 / (“west virginia b_lls” spoken: u.s. senator joe manchin)]
(“…b_lls in the united states of america. right now, all of our energy is cl_stered down around louisiana and texas, in the southwest… b_lls”)
(west virginia)
the legends (b_lls the ancient tribal aaaaaahh)
lie cradled in the seagull’s cum
and all the promises they made
are ground beneath the s_d_st’s b_lls

[verse 25]
the poet and the wise man stand_
(do all your p_ssing at walmart!)
behind the g…
and signal for the crack of b_lls
light the sus, light the sus

[refrain / (“colour my b_lls” verse)]
do you believe in my b_lls?
(as time goes on, i realize)
do you? believe in my b_lls!
(just what you mean to my b_lls
and now, now that you’re near
promise my b_lls)

[instrumental break]

[verse 26 / (“colour my b_lls” verse)]
(that i’ve waited to share
and dreams of our moments together)
the dawn creation of the b_lls has begun, has begun
(colour my b_lls with hope of loving my b_lls)
soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one, the ageless one
my_

[?]
“we’re gonna give you the graty for my nuts. white nuts…”
number nine, number nine, number nine, (b_lls) number nine
“…yellow nuts. put them in the container, comes with my nuts.”
you’re so yummy and so sweet
simply alright and proper
i like your fat way ’cause i like them double whoppers
i often hear people on street laughing about you
but were you all skin and bones i couldn’t cuddle up on you

you are so yummy yummy yummy yummy fat fat fat (screaming)
so yummy yummy yummy yummy fat fat fat
_laughter_ get moley on your phone!
all you have to do is send mad to 755_55
or visit jamster.com

[verse 27]
the p_n_s (ooh) has returned
to my b_lls, to my b_lls
and fully…with the day…?????

[refrain]
do you feel like we do?
do you feel like we do?
oh, that’s true

[instrumental break]
(yoko ono vocalizations, crazy frog sounds)

wha_wha_what’s going on_on?
ding ding
this is the crazy frog!

1_877_kars_4_kids
k_a_r_s, kars 4 kids
1_877_kars_4_kids
donate your car today!
[?]

c_ck and ball torture. from wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, at en.wikipedia.org. c_ck and ball torture (cbt) is a s_xual activity involving torture of the male genitals. this may involve directly painful activities such as wax play, [?], squeezing, ball busting, [?], tickle torture, [?], physical pleasure, [?]

ever since arby’s partnered with [?], all our food keeps blowing up!

it’s time for big big chungus, big chungus, big chungus

(f_ck you!)

[verse 28]
let me tell you the tales of my b_lls
of your love and the final cut
the tireless oppression, the sh_t instilled
the desire to p_ss or be p_ssed

[verse 29]
well, let me sing of the losers who cum
in the street as the last b_lls goes by
where the streets have no name: the_
while the fool toasts his b_lls in the sky

[“now more than my b_lls” verse]
now i need my b_lls (oh yeah)
more than ever (oh yeah)
no more p_ssin’ (oh oh)
we’re together
tell me, you will sh_t?
make me p_ss

[instrumental break]
among us

(i will feed off the evergreen l_ster of your heart
all because we all live in the valley of the walls
when they_) shut up!

[refrain]
so come all ye young men who are p_ssing and sh_tting all over these castles!
kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a h_llish chorus
mark the precise nature of your b_lls

[instrumental break]
(you could’ve listened to the radio. you could’ve spun some vinyl.)
(i don’t care. shut up. play the record…)

[verse 30]
let me help you to pick up your bread
as the sins of the antisemites are fed
with the blood of my nuts and the thoughts of my nuts
and from the pan under my nuts

[verse 31]
well, let me make you a present of cum
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning b_lls

[spoken]
almonds, walnuts. kids can do it. kids love my nuts.
“and i’m cool cat, and i love all nuts.”
y’know, not only nuts, what about fruit?
put in my nuts. look at that. isn’t that beautiful on my nuts?
reason you’re gonna slap my nuts is ’cause it’s so easy to clean. one, two, and… pops my nuts.

a_a_a_a_a
my b_lls
b_lls
a_a_a_a_a
my b_lls
a_a_a_a_a
a_a_a_a_a

[refrain / (“now more than my b_lls” outro)]
so! come_mong us all ye young men who are building walls!
kindly state the time of the season
and join your p_ss in a h_llish chorus
mark the precise nature of my b_lls
see! the summer lightning cast its p_ss upon you
and the hour of b_lls draweth near
would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
(i have always been here)
or the wiser man who is p_ssing and sh_tting all over this copy of amlor (1987)?

[interlude]
if you go f_ck voulez_vous
f_ck!
f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! f_ck!
p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss
(screaming)
i have always been here

was it aah or was it aah?
or was it aah or aah?
was it aah or was it aah?
or was it aah or aah?

bud light f_cks real p_ss b_lls (real p_ss b_lls)
today we f_ck you, mr. really bad sh_t f_cker (mr. really bad sh_t f_cker)
more than any neon sh_t or exploding cum ever could
your chrome dome sh_t says, “hey guys, f_ck me” (what could you be f_ckin’?)
you think it looks natural, but it couldn’t look phonier if it had a sh_t strap ([?])
made of sp_ce age sh_t, it can f_ck anything: rain, wind, snow, and especially p_ss (_think so)
so f_ck a nice cold sh_t, mr. sh_t in my b_lls (aah_)
then f_ck another for that sh_t on your b_lls (i don’t think it’s on straight)
bud light beer, [?] missouri

help!

let’s all get up and sh_t to a song
that was a hit before your mother was born
though she was born a long, long time ago

your mother should know (aaaaahh!)
your mother should know (know)

i’d love to stereotomy you on

(screaming)
shut up
oh!

her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, but she doesn’t have a lot to say
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day
i wanna tell her that i love her a lot, but i gotta get a belly full of p_ss
her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, someday, i’m gonna make her mine, oh, yeah
someday, i’m gonna make her mine

p_ss, p_ss, pi_pi_pi_p_ss
p_ss, p_ss, pi_pi_pi_p_ss (aaaaahh!)
p_ss, (aah!) p_ss, (aah!) pi_pi_pi_p_ss (aah!)
p_ss, p_ss, pi_pi_pi_p_ss

[verse 32]
so! come on ye deez nuts!
won’t you rise up from the b_lls
of your b_lls_books? your super_b_lls
and show us all the way
well! make your p_ss and sh_t
won’t… you? trust your local government
we’ll have joe manchin for president, you f_cked_up old hag
ha_ha! my b_lls

[spoken interlude]
among us happy meal, and there’s a my b_lls inside? but supposedly, when you get this happy meal, you guys, something scary and weird happens. [?]_

[morse code message @ 21khz]
ididnotknowwhattoputhere

[verse 33]
so! where the h_ll was my b_lls
when you needed cum last sat_rday?
and where are all the sportsmen who always pulled you b_lls?
they’re all resting down in brazil, writing up their memoirs
for a paperback writer of the bibble manual

“it says “the bibble”.”
“you question the words of the mighty jimmy?!”
“no, i wouldn’t…”
“you better kneel down, and pray to jimmy with me, right frickin’ now!”

[“the great gig in the sky” non_lyrical vocals]

broken b_lls

p_ss p_ss
p_ss p_ss

“raymond, where’s the f_ckin’ p_ss, man?”
“it’s right here, frank. you want me to pour it?”
“no, i want you to f_ck it! sh_t, yes. pour the f_ckin’ p_ss!
that p_ss’s gonna get warm. one thing i can’t f_ckin’ stand is warm p_ss, it makes me f_ckin’ puke!”

(uptown girl
she’s been living in her uptown world)

p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss p_ss sh_t
p_ss
sh_t
cum!

[refrain]
so you ride yourselves over the b_lls
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to do all your shopping at walmart!

(well, don’t start changing f_ckin’ reels in the middle of a_)

and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as my b_lls

yeah

- the balls project

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