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Ruthless Babysitting Lyrics
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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The 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.