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Fucking's Greatest Hits Lyrics
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
And that birthday greeting on you face
reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
And that birthday greeting on you face
reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
Behind husks of leather, photo albums shield their laughter.
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calendar.
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
And that birthday greeting on you face
reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
And that birthday greeting on you face
reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calendar.
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[Verse 1:] Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When the party blacks out again you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin. Slap the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin!
[Chorus:] Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends. And that birthday greeting on you face reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
[Verse 2:] Ring out the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin! When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed. And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion from the living room into your fathers swimming pool, you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
[Chorus:] Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin. There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends. And that birthday greeting on you face reads one more year of smiles faked. [x3]
[Coda:] Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong! Son now you've made it to the top of their list. Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
[Afterward:] Behind husks of leather, photo albums shield their laughter. You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after? Your fantasy season gangrened off the calendar.
Thank you, it was painful looking at what he had up there.
Thank you, it was painful looking at what he had up there.
the blood brothers just rock...every single song..so energetic too
I can't believe there aren't more comments on this song. The guitar riff is so good, and the singing is amazing. The Blood Brothers are fuckings greatest hits!
Best part of the song easily when he says
"So now you've made it to the top of their list, Congratulations you're fuckings greatest hit!"
It's badass!
i like when he says
you thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
it's just a great line
i always get this image of a prom-queens high-school-house-party gone totally out of control. the girl's too drunk and stuck up to realize that everything that's happening around her is just plain sick. she's fucked half of the school's fottball team that night, too busy to notice the house is deteriorating. the song is like a comment the day after. the house is in ruins, she's left to deal with the shit she pulled on herself and her own stupidity.
bingo
this has got to be one of their most energetic songs they've done. makes wanna bounce off the walls!
my take on the song is when people are too willing to give others whatever they want in order to be liked. but as soon as their "friends" have gotten everything they can, they'll be gone. these people go from being on top of the world to feeling like a joke.
my friend chuck told me this song is about going to someone other's birthday party and trashing their house, and that the title means "you are the best person ever born, you are the best thing (the greatest hit) of the act of copulating"
sweet sweeeeeeeeeeeeet