SO THIS IS WHAT I’VE SPENT MY TIME DOING
WAITING FOR SALLY’S DAUGHTERS TO GROW UP
I KNOW YOU’RE FOND OF QUESTIONS
SO HERE’S SOME FUCKING ANSWERS
WE’LL GENTLY REWRITE SOME HISTORY
AND MAKE BELIEVE IT’S ALL ABOUT EMPATHY AND COMPASSION

BUT FIRST TELL ME AGAIN IN BAD FUCKING ENGLISH
ABOUT YOUR THREE MONTHS AS A PROSTITUTE
THE ART PROJECT GONE BAD
THE TRIP HOME AT CHRISTMAS TO GET THE MONEY FOR AN ABORTION
400 EUROS IN YOUR HAND THAT YOU SWORE YOU COULDN’T FIND
ANOTHER WAY
I’D HAVE PAID GLADLY

I CAUGHT YOU GOING THROUGH THE RUBBISH AGAIN
EMPTY BLISTER PACKS OF SILDENAFIL CITRATE
WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO WORSHIP THAT SICKLY GREY MESS?
WHERE’S THE ECSTATIC TRUTH IN THAT?
THE FRENCH HARLOT CHILD PROMISING “SOON OR NEVER”
THE PAEDOPHILE IN LOVE GAZING AT 70s SNAPSHOTS
AND FEELING VERY FUCKING SAFE

AS SAFE AS BRIGHT-EYED ANNE SCRIBBLING BY CANDLELIGHT
YOU CHERISH THE IMAGE OF HER AWKWARDLY POSED IN THE STREET
THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S SHADOW SET TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE
AS DARK AS THE WAR ITSELF – A CHEAP AGFA VERMEER
FOR CONNOISSEUERS, PERVERTS AND ENTHUSIASTS
AND NOT FORGETTING PRETENTIOUS CUNTS LIKE YOU

OR THOSE LUCKY BUNDLES OF WARM GOOD NATURE ON SUMMER DAYS IN RURAL FRANCE
WHEN THEY PEER INTO THE LENS
MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE KITTENS OR DRESSING UP GAME
WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT SEX BEASTS AND CANCER SCARES?
PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION AND VAGINAL INFECTION
DAVID BOWIE IN MODERN PAINTERS

I’LL GIVE YOU FUCKING HONEST
FAVOURITE MOVIE: THE WAR ZONE
FAVOURITE ALBUM COVERS: VIRGIN KILLER, HOUSES OF THE HOLY, U2 - BOY
FAVOURITE PHOTOGRAPHER: DODGSON
FOLLOWED BY: VALERIE PHILLIPS, CHARLES FREJER, THE GENIUS AT TUOL SLENG
FAVOURITE ARTISTS: BALTHUS, REMARKO, ANYTHING WITH A KID IN IT
FAVOURITE GOOGLE SEARCH: RUSSIAN ORPHANAGE, RUTHLESS BABYSITTING, ELITE GYMNASTICS

AND YOU GOT THE CLAP ON YOUR FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY
FROM THAT SHY FRIEND OF YOUR FATHER
WHO FINGER-FUCKED YOU IN THE SAME CAR
HE LATER SUCKED DOWN THE GAS IN
THOSE EXQUISITE BOOKS YOU PESTERED HIM FOR
OCTAVO EDITIONS OF THE POETS THAT SIT STILL UNREAD
ON THE SHELF BY YOUR BED AS YOU DREAM OF WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT

DIRTY JESSIE’S ALL GROWN UP NOW – TODAY IS HER COCAINE DAY
EVEN THROUGH THE HAZE OF COCKS AND HIP-HOP RAPIST PAWS
SHE CAN SEE WE’RE ALL STILL WALLOWING IN THE MUD
HOWEVER ARTFULLY FRAMED ON WHITE GALLERY WALLS
I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYES AND TELL YOU WHAT I SPEND MY TIME DOING
WHEN IT GETS DARK AND MESSY
THE BAND BROKE UP
I LOST A LOT OF FUCKING WEIGHT

MY FAVOURITE BOOK: THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP
BY CHARLES FUCKING DICKENS
NOT THE CELEBRATED RAPE-SNUFF OF LITTLE NELL
I SO MUCH MORE ADORE HER ALIVE, THOUGH PREFERABLY SLEEPING
UNWATCHED AND UNCARED FOR IN THE MIDST OF DECAY
THE CHILD BOTANICAL
THE ANGEL IMPERIAL
NOT LAID OUT LIKE JESSIE OR AN EMPTY DIRTY DRESS
YOU CAN CALL ME A CUNT IF YOU LIKE
BUT I’LL STILL PUT THE BATTERIES IN THE BABY
LIKE A SIMPERING NAMBLA FREAK


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    General CommentThe version above is the original set of lyrics penned by Philip Best for the piece. Here are the album lyrics:

    SO THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE SPENT YOUR TIME DOING
    WAITING FOR SALLY'S DAUGHTERS TO GROW UP
    I KNOW YOU'RE FOND OF QUESTIONS
    SO HERE'S SOME FUCKING ANSWERS
    WE'LL GENTLY REWRITE SOME HISTORY
    AND MAKE BELIEVE IT'S ALL ABOUT EMPATHY AND COMPASSION.

    BUT FIRST TELL ME AGAIN IN BAD FUCKING ENGLISH
    ABOUT YOUR THREE MONTHS AS A PROSTITUTE
    THE ART PROJECT GONE BAD: THE TRIP HOME AT CHRISTMAS
    TO GET THE MONEY FOR AN ABORTION
    400 EUROS IN YOUR HAND
    THAT YOU SWORE YOU COULDN'T FIND ANOTHER WAY
    I'D HAVE PAID GLADLY.

    I CAUGHT YOU GOING THROUGH THE RUBBISH AGAIN
    EMPTY BLISTER PACKS OF SILDENAFIL CITRATE
    WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO
    WORSHIP THAT SICKLY GREY MESS?
    WHERE'S THE ECSTATIC TRUTH IN THAT?
    THE FRENCH HARLOT CHILD PROMISING SOON OR NEVER
    THE PAEDOPHILE IN LOVE GAZING AT 70S SNAPSHOTS
    AND FEELING VERY FUCKING SAFE.

    SAFE AS BRIGHT-EYED ANNE SCRIBBLING BY CANDLELIGHT
    YOU CHERISH THE IMAGE OF HER
    AWKWARDLY POSED IN THE STREET
    THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S SHADOW SET TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE
    DARK AS THE WAR ITSELF: A CHEAP AGFA VERMEER
    FOR CONNOISSEURS PERVERTS AND ENTHUSIASTS
    AND NOT FORGETTING PRETENTIOUS CUNTS LIKE YOU.

    OR THOSE LUCKY BUNDLES OF WARM GOOD NATURE
    ON SUMMER DAYS IN RURAL FRANCE
    WHEN THEY PEER INTO THE LENS
    MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE KITTENS
    OR DRESSING UP GAME
    WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT SEX BEASTS AND CANCER SCARES?
    PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION AND VAGINAL INFECTION?
    DAVID BOWIE IN MODERN PAINTERS.

    I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING HONEST
    YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE: THE WAR ZONE
    FAVORITE ALBUM COVERS
    : VIRGIN KILLER, HOUSES OF THE HOLY, U2 BOY
    FAVORITE PHOTOGRAPHER: DODGSON
    FAVORITE ARTISTS: BALTHUS, REMARKO
    : ANYTHING WITH A KID IN IT
    FAVORITE GOOGLE SEARCH
    : RUSSIAN ORPHANAGE
    : RUTHLESS BABYSITTING
    : ELITE GYMNASTICS

    AND YOU GOT THE CLAP ON YOUR 14TH BIRTHDAY
    FROM THAT SHY FRIEND OF YOUR FATHER
    WHO FINGERFUCKED YOU IN THE SAME CAR
    HE LATER SUCKED DOWN THE GAS IN
    THOSE EXQUISITE BOOKS YOU PESTERED HIM FOR
    OCTAVO EDITIONS OF THE POETS THAT SIT STILL UNREAD
    ON THE SHELF BY YOUR BED
    FOR DREAMING OF WHO-THE-FUCK-KNOWS-WHAT.

    DIRTY JESSIE'S ALL GROWN UP NOW
    TODAY IS HER COCAINE DAY
    EVEN THROUGH THE HAZE OF COCKS AND HIP-HOP RAPIST PAWS
    SHE CAN SEE WE'RE ALL STILL WALLOWING IN THE MUD
    HOWEVER ARTFULLY FRAMED ON WHITE GALLERY WALLS
    I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYES
    AND SEE WHAT YOU SPEND YOUR TIME DOING
    WHEN IT GETS DARK AND MESSY
    THE BAND BROKE UP: I LOST A LOT OF FUCKING WEIGHT.

    YOUR FAVORITE BOOK: THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP
    NOT THE CELEBRATED RAPESNUFF OF LITTLE NELL
    SO MUCH MORE ADORABLE ALIVE
    THOUGH PREFERABLY SLEEPING
    UNWATCHED AND UNCARED FOR IN THE MIDST OF DECAY
    THE CHILD BOTANICAL, THE ANGEL IMPERIAL
    NOT LAID OUT LIKE JESSIE OR AN EMPTY DIRTY DRESS
    YOU CAN CALL ME A CUNT IF YOU LIKE
    BECAUSE YOU'LL STILL PUT THE BATTERIES IN THE BABY
    LIKE A SIMPERING NAMBLA FREAK.
    NotBiteon June 04, 2009   Link

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