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the balls project - thick as my balls, part 1 (including "take a piss") 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]
and the sh_t_castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal p_ss, the moral melee
the elastic retreat rings the close of b_lls
as the last wave uncovers the final b_lls

[refrain]
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
to be thick as cum
[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]
spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
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

[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

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

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

[?] deez nuts!

some of us p_ss on my b_lls…

[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

[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

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

[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 12]
so come on all you stupid motherf_ckers! i’ve got to set you straight
just like i did with my old man twenty_five or six to four years too late

[verse 13]
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

[verse 14]
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 as you tell us what not to bee!
but how are we supposed to see where we should p_ss?

[verse 15]
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

[verse 16]
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?
well! make your p_ss and sh_t
won’t you? trust your local government
we’ll have joe manchin for president, let doug walker save the day

[verse 17]
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
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

[verse 18]
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 ball scout manual

- the balls project

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