Alain Jourgensen- Guitars
Paul Barker- Bass
Jeff Ward- Drums, Vocals
Jello Biafra- Vocals
Virus 72 Alternative Tentacles
1989
The Power of Lard
Lard
You can see it
In the clouds up in the sky
Lard
Floats by and clusters
in our water supply
Lard
It's all of us, man
In our pores and in our hair
Lard
What we conceal
In those corny clothes we wear
Lard is all
Lard is divine
Lard is in control
Lard whips and chains our soul
(Lard) We carry credit cards
(Lard) we live in fear of art
Lard is the AUM
Lard is revolution
Lard is the tapeworm
In the bottle of cheap tequila
That comes alive at night
And sneaks up and
Bites you nipple
Lard
Lard
Nowadays, most of us need someone
To run our personal life
Someone to see that the plants are watered
Someone to make sure the place is clean
Someone to make sure dinner is waiting
Someone to call for theater tickets
Someone to make up those cheap excuses
What we need is...
Lard
Lard
The answer
The dancer
The ointment
The dream
Absorb it
Inflame it
Respect it
Molest it
The country right now just wants to be soothed
And told it doesn't have to pay
Or sacrifice
Or learn
No one is over the hill
When the mountain comes to Mohammed
Lard
Lard
Lard
We love to eat
We love to pray
Mold over mind
Hooray!
Every time I take a crap
It's a cosmic experience
Religion and chemicals
Are the key to the future
Next time we have sex
Just pretend that I'm Ed Meese
The weasels have it down, man
It's a whole new age
Lard
Which would you prefer -
A computer or a gun?
The sharks outlived the dinosaurs, you know
Pity the poor trainer
In the stable when the racehorse farts
Poison oak really is
The aphrodisiac of the gods
When people are asleep
We must all become alarm clocks
Hey man, Life is my college
It's dental floss of the mind
Who will babysit the babysitters?
Ever hear about the guy in New York
Whose dick fell off in the bath
After he shot it full of coke?
It's OK to run out of butter in Zambia
Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast
Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup
Which came first - Max Headroom or Gerald Ford?
Are you a man or are you a mouse?
If you love your fun, die for it!
Die for it!
And feel
The power of Lard
The power of Lard
The power of Lard
The power of Lard
Avoid everything, etc...
Hellfudge
You never know
When it says you gotta go
Hellfudge
To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge
Hellfudge
Roll down the window of the limousine
Hellfudge
I'll pay you 15 bucks if you perform for me
(No more)
Hellfudge
I ain't givin' you one penny more
Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord
Hellfudge
Can you imagine what it's like
To have to flash and pose
Hellfudge
While a fat TV preacher
Sits and beats off in front of you...
Hellfudge
Same one who's so upset
With anti-smut crusades (fancy that)
Hellfudge
Oh, Lord,
Someone let the air out of my tires
Hellfudge
I'm stuck - with my pants down
Red-handed in sin
But with money like mine
The Lord always forgives - me
When I'm dictator
You will ALL
Be under the thumb of Jeezus
The law of the Bible
Is the law of the land
Executions for witchcraft
Televised live at five
All rocn and roll is pornography
And that mixed coed swimming - PHOOEY!
I tell ya
It promotes problems of the flesh
Problems of the flesh
The flesh
The flesh
The flesh
I can't stand it anymore
My fundamentalist army's
Crackin' down full swirl
Hellfudge
Polyester suit nazis
Will control the world
Hellfudge
If you think Khomeni
Is a step back in time
Hellfudge
Just wait til I decide
What you read and who dies
Hellfudge
You think we're finished
Boy, you must be queer
We get a little stronger
Every year
When I bilk your money
I'm moral, man
But I got a little problem
I just can't say no
To that Hellfudge
So take off them clothes
Slowly, now, slowly
And twitch your little flounder just like that
Yeahhh... Just like they do
In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much
Bite down real hard
Smile...SLUT!
I own you...Look humiliated, try to cry
I despise you so much I hate myself
Mmmmmmmmmm
Tastes almost as good
As one of them green bubble gum cigars
Yeah! Hellfudge
There's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on in here
But don't tell my cousin, OK?
Yeahhhh!
Great Balls o' Fire!
Hellfudge!
Time to Melt
Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
Lay me down, it's been a long day
Time to unwind, time to relax
Let the tension flow away
My body's weary and full of holes
Hollow jets in my fingers and toes
Too tired to masturbate
No sound in the dark as I float in outer space
Touch down on an astroturf plain
Peewee golf balls roll by my face
Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
Nailed as an example again
Tied down with fishing line
Liliputian sacrifice
Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers
Smell the hot dogs
Smell the mustard and beer
Sharp needles pierce my flesh
Hypodermics press down and inject
20 gallons of Canfield's diet fudge soda
Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood
Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt
All that's left is brain and bones
Hot beams on the cool wet sand
Bury me - with the help of the wind and the waves
Submerged in the cool soil
Earthworms crawl in and crawl out
Further down is the underground aquifer cave
The bats and blindfish
Are all my friends
Soil hardens and it starts to crack
The lake is dry as the desert air
Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets
Their soft white underbelly feels like love
Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs
Night falls, the sky is red
Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings
Talons reach down and take me back again
Reborn on a bed of white
Incubator filters out the light
A thousand breasts massage my face
But Life is calling to take me away
("Open up! We have a warrant!")
Learn to walk another day
Learn to walk another day
Ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm, etc...
