m.o.d. | The lyrics

M.O.D. | U.S.A. FOR M.O.D.
1987 | Megaforce Records/Caroline | CAROL 1344
1987 | Noise International | N 0089
1987 | Music For Nations | MFN126
2017 | Megaforce Records

U.S.A. FOR M.O.D. | 1987 cover

U.S.A. FOR M.O.D. | 2017 cover

AREN'T YOU HUNGRY (3:27)
Sitting in my kitchen. Stuffed from having ate. What should I do now. With what's left on my plate. Maybe I should save it. But naw I got the cash. Think I'll take the easy way. And throw it in the trash.
U.S.A. for Africa. What a fucking scam. Charity begins at home. What about our land. America has it's own problems. That's what should come first. So fuck those n....'s charity. And let them die of thirst.
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY - AREN'T YOU HUNGRY.
U.S.A. for U.S.A. That's what I'd like to see. But sympathetic assholes. Send it all to their own countries. They want the food to grow. On what they call home land. But don't you know. You can't grow anything in sand.
AREN'T YOU HUNGRY - AREN'T YOU HUNGRY - AREN'T YOU HUNGRY.
I think of people starving. But do you think I care. Let them all die hungry. So I can breathe their air. Sitting in my kitchen. Stuffed form having ate. What should I do now. With what's left on my plate.

GET A REAL JOB (2:10)
Standing on a corner. Frozen to the bone. You have to make a living. But you'd rather be at home. Your eyes start getting heavy. Still you forge on. Wake up and face the world. AND GET A REAL JOB. GET A REAL JOB.
You get a little older. Your bones are brittle and weak. Dizzy in the morning. Your pulse is sounding weak. You hate to go to work. Just living for a job. Wake up and smell the coffee. And get a real job.
GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB.
Soon you will retire. Or maybe have a stroke. You cannot feel your finger tips. Because some veins have closed. But still you drive a hack. Or push a hotdog cart. Now it's too late for you to get a real job.

I EXECUTIONER (2:31)
I executioner. There's just me. You can't buy justice. And it sure ain't free. I executioner. Like Sargeant 'D'. I'm Corporal Punishment. I weed out the weak. I excecutioner. One on one. You and me. You've no place to run. I executioner. We got a date. My fist your face. How I love to hate.
There's no justice. There's me. There's no justice. There's me.
I executioner. You dare fuck with me. Say it to my face. Either way you'll bleed. I executioner. The king of schism. Misery and pain. Is what you'll live in.

DON'T FEED THE BEARS (1:03)
You have to prove. That you're not scared. Enter the cage. Take the dare. Screaming death. In the beast's lair. You couldn't read the signs. DON'T FEED THE BEARS. Don't go in there. You best beware. Don't feed the bears. Stupid fool. You should have known. That's some place you shouldn't go. Polar giant on you. Blood starts to flow. They belong not in a cage. But in the fucking snow. Don't go in there. You best beware. And please don't feed the fucking bears!

BALLAD OF DIO (0:12)
In the dark of the day.
Or the black of the sun.
He's coming for you.
Look out!

THRASH OR BE THRASHED (0:52)
I've seen enough. I just can't take it. Why don't you mosh. Or have an epileptic fit. You stand there like you're at a parade. Call this your scene. But you're the one who betrayed. Got your feet glued to the floor. Just there and thrashed some more. You're the fuckup, a dick to the extreme. It's people like you. Who make me want to scream. Thrash or be thrashed.

LET ME OUT (1:40)
Aren't you sick of the way you're living. Let down in life without being forgiven. Struggle for a future. You try to survive. Put on this world to rot and die. Let me out. Let me out me out me out of this world. Tell me how I got here. Why don't you say a word. Let me out me out me out of this world. Tell me how I got here. Why don't you say a word.

BUBBLE BUTT (0:44)
Bubble Butt - Bubble Butt.
Bubble Butt - Bubble Butt.
Bubble Butt - Bubble Butt.
She's so fat. Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble. Bubble Butt.

YOU'RE BEAT (2:15)
Start up the car. You ain't going very far. Stick the rubber hose on the exhaust. Breathe that fresh air. It'll take away your cares. You're beat the game is over. And you've lost. Y.B........You're beat. Before you start. You cry defeat. Sitting in the bathroom with the razor at your wrist. Your mom and dad don't like the dudes you're hanging with. They say that you're a loser. A disgrace to human kind. If I were you I'd end it all before I lost my mind. Y.B......You're beat. Before you start. You cry defeat.

BUSHWACKATEAS (0:20)
Is that your hair or a Tina Turner wig. You should be ashamed of yourself. Now you shaved your head. And that's a fashion too. With your ears you look like an elf. Bush-bush wackateas! Bush-bush wackateas! Bush-bush wackateas! Bush-bush wackateas!

MAN OF YOUR DREAMS (3:40)
You thought he was dead. It was just in your head. You better get ready for Freddy. You thought you saw him die. But it's you who's crucified. So now you'll pay for his sins. He'll come while you sleep. You're gonna rest in peace. He's in the mirror hanging on the wall. He'll rip out your chest. Your body he'll molest. Then laugh and use your blood to paint the walls.
First he kils one. Then he kills two. Number three on his list is you! He's the man of your dreams. He lives to hear you scream. That's his satisfaction guaranteed. You thought you'd escape. You felt that you were safe. Then you felt his blade. Around your neck. He'll dice up your throat. On your blood you'll choke. None of this Freddy Krueger will regret.

THAT NOISE (0:13)
Don't start that shit again!

DEAD MEN/MOST/CAPTAIN CRUNCH (3:30)
Soggies suck. I was sitting up at night. I was feeling so uptight. I was just fucking around. There was something dragging me down. Thinking of a bite to eat. Thought this would be really neat. Cheerios are stale that's beat. But Captain Crunch is fun to eat. Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch. He's inviting you to munch. Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch. Munch a bunch a munch a munch.
Fuck my brain. Scoffing down this yellow wheat is making me feel kind of beat. My head is spinning round and round. Now my teeth are turning brown. My face is starting to come apart. From this overdose of starch. I really wish mom wasn't here. I'll have another box of beer. Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch. He's inviting you to munch. Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch. Munch a bunch a munch a munch.

JIM GORDEN (2:40)
Jim Gorden, the man who was insane. Jim Gorden, had Glaxo in his brain. Jim Gordon was insane. He took his mother's life. He used the hammer first. So she wouldn't feel the knife. He's gone insane. He's lost his mind. The voices in his head. Prove the bastard nuts. He bashed his mother's head in. Because she killed Paul Lynd. He couldn't play the drums. Cause people moved his hand. Was he just a mad man. We may never understand. He's gone insane. He's lost his mind. The voices in his head. Prove the bastard nuts. He bashed his mother's head in. Because she killed Paul Lynd. MOSH.
Jim Gorden was insane. He took his mother's life. He used the hammer first. So she wouldn't feel the knife. He's gone insane, he's lost his mind. He couldn't play his drums. Cause people moved his hands. Was he just a mad man. We may never understand.

IMPORTED SOCIETY (1:46)
They came from the other side. In bunches at a time. Crowding up the neighborhood. To raise the rates of crime. Some of them got money. Most of them got shit. All they do is come here. To take from our pockets. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Don't you fucking see. That you bother me. Genocide. You can't hide. So go home now. Don't come back. Take your goat. Get on your boat. I hate imports. I don't want to hear their shit. I hate imports. Cause I'm just so sick of it. I just want to live my life without you fucking assholes. And I want to never see your ass again. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Import, import, imported society. Hindus and Ethiopians. You know they're all the same. A huck a buck of Indians. They're all so fucking lame.

SPANDEX ENORMITY (5:28)
Waiting here on line. Suddenly from behind. She's still a block away. Why'd it have to be today. Now what do I see. She recognizes me. She hugs and squeezes me. She's the Spandex Enormity. She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat. Then she yells is this trick or treat. It's too late she asks me for a date. Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate. Spandex, Spandex Enormity. A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery. What a fucking beast. Her ass alone would be a feast. And her love drippings. Contained a stench of rotted yeast. The show must go on. It's the end of me. Taking up the whole front row. It's the Spandex Enormity. She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat. Then she yells is this trick or treat. It's too late she asks me for a date. Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate. Spandex, Spandex Enormity. A beast sent from hell to plague me with misery.
As we were walking off stage, you're waiting to come back. She's got a back stage pass. Oh no. I hide my head. The sight of you I dread. Her chubby little fingers grab my ass. Don't talk to me, talk to Nick, talk to Nick. Why does it always have to be me. You fucking fat bitch. I've had enough of you. Take your blubber buns and leave. She left here in tears. Followed by her rear. I could not help she's fat.
She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat. Then she yells is this trick or treat. It's too late she asks me for a date. Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate. Spandex, Spandex Enormity. A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery.

SHORT BUT SWEET (0:07)
Short but... sweeeeet!

PARENTS (1:40)
Parents. They deprive. They diminsh our time. Mother-father. Wish I was dead. Could have been cum on their bed. Put me in this world. Gave me a little. The rich fucking bastards. Didn't care at all. Wish I were dead. I'm better off alone. I don't need their raggin' anymore.
Turn that down. That noisy music. Go to bed and leave me the fuck alone. That's all they say. And all they do. Get me out of this place. Can't take it anymore. Wish I were dead. I'm better off alone. I don't need their raggin' anymore.

CONFUSION (1:50)
Blinded by an image that wasn't there. Tricked by a game that wasn't fair. Deceived by people who didn't care. It's just mass confusion. Frustration and disillusion. Crying out in despair. Reaching out for what's not there. Panic, panic scream and shout. Loose your mind there's no way out. All you've got is all you need. Time to think, time to bleed.

YOU'RE X'ED (0:59)
I thought I'd found the scene. Straightedge, know what I mean? But to you it was a game. You call me fucked but you don't know my name. You're x'ed, get out of my life. How can you agree with me. Did you think I didn't see you drink, you fuck behind my back. You're not my friend, I don't need your crap. If you defend you're no better.

A.I.D.S. (2:00)
You're accused of the following charges. You're a woman trapped inside a man. Your sexuality no one denies you. But your preference we can't understand You are the loneliness of all people. It's time for you to realize. AIDS like the plague is from God. For he sees something wrong in his eyes.
Analy Inflicted Death Sentence - A.I.D.S.
Analy Inflicted Death Sentence - A.I.D.S.
Analy Inflicted Death Sentence - A.I.D.S.
Analy Inflicted Death Sentence - A.I.D.S.
That's what you get for having a penis up your ass. You should have used a condom. That's what you get when you swallow another man's load. A lubricated condom. How do you find love in another man's hairy ass. You should have used a condom. Millions of lost hamsters running ramped in your bowels. Take the Hershey Highway.
Fudge packing men. Fudge packing men. Fudge packing men. Fudge packing men. A manly man. Fudge packing men. Fudge packing men. Fudge packing men. Analy Inflicted Death Sentence - A.I.D.S.

RUPTURED NUPTUALS (0:14)
I bust my balls. I break my back to come home to a slut. You broke your vows. You dirty bitch. I'll kick you in the cunt.
Ruptured Nuptuals.

ODE TO HARRY (1:32)
Harry got in his car and turned the key. Started up and headed up the L.I.E. Too cheap to get a real car he had a Volkswagon Rabbit. And that put an end to Harry's cheap habit. Cause the trucker couldn't stop. So the driver just took aim. And when he hit Harry, Harry burst into flames. You're dead now Harry. And you can't come back. You'd still be alive if you drove a Cadillac.

HATE TANK (2:20)
The Love Boat...THE HATE TANK!
When you see it coming. The shit runs down your leg. A rumble of disaster. It's much too late to beg. You didn't heed its warning. As it's parked on top of your house. Your baby's crushed to pulp. You're cornered you cry out.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
Its treads are stained with blood of victims who had pride. Some thought they'd defy it. All of them have died. Destruction in its wake. The mangled corpses rot. If you think you'll survive.. NOT!
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
Here it comes, you better start running. Here it comes, you better start running.
The armored shell coroded from blood that now is dry. Markings left to signify the deaths of many lives. Through many years of silence breaks a horrifying sound. You turn to look in disbelief. He's come to hunt you down.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
The Hate Tank.
Hate Taaaaaank!

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