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The End of Ethnology

by Wadge

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Lick drippings from the gravy train to get your logo placed Spread your shitty sphincter wide and fuck it with your cred
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Everything must be sold for the lowest price Lost our fucking minds in the race for useless shit Anthropological lead balloon fucks God’s worst creation What an abomination Dolphins and chimps have a clean-up job ahead Cephalopods can lend some arms If there are any of them left Bacterial resistance Such a fitting way to end
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Insignificant withered scum Useless bipeds, every one The world doesn’t ever need you to cum Floppy penis bamboozled by voodoo lust You can’t get a hard-on from rhino horn dust Already a eunuch in spirit, so here’s a sword Chop off that goddamn disgrace And nail it to a board
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In the basement beneath the stairs Nothing ever changes there Tiki worship, speeding lair Caffeine driven to the end Fingers scabbed beyond repair Ignore inhabitants of this earthly subjugation It’s always 1989 filled with unrelenting hate No nostalgia Just a realization that the riff raff checked out Long ago Post-apocalyptic tape trader with a multi-page list gone black Patiently sat waiting for the soaped stamps to come back Rip-offs can do their thing, fornicating with the surface man Just continue on recording deep inside this garbage can Stuck in a time warp Only death will reach inside to pull the ankles out
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At the Seams 00:54
Here comes double trouble Got some big bones to pick Spitting chunks and triggered Emotions ooze like gravy Lazily guard the kingdom Built on buttered entitlement Sweat and moaning prerogative Dripping down its necks “What about MY feelings?” The modern battle cry Do nothing and expect everything “Yes, please, to one more pie!” Proclaim delusional cuteness Demand all to find you hot Scream for the seats to be bigger Insist the world changes for you How privileged you are, the size of a car Endless mountains to eat And when you get sick, pass the blame like a tit Genetics take the heat Bursting at the seams
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Sitting in a tree stand when the arrow pierced his neck Swooned like a nurse who just met Richard Speck Cried like a sissy about losing his life Scrolling through photos of his widowed wife
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Knuckles white, the grip sets in Take hold of steel with baited breath Two-fisted, mind has crossed the hairs The edge is breached No going back, the time has come This race of rapists flensed and wrung To accolades the victor’s wear Bones of speech Only here for moments in the scheme Self-absorbed, the egotist cannot be redeemed Quadruped are marching full on steam Brimming with the end of ethnology Obsolescence fully planned Another cycle sworn to pass The manifest reveals the list All crushed beneath the iron fist Lone wolf strolls down a dead end street Sniffs momentarily for meat Residual and faint of trace Bygone stink of a worthless race
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They’re circling the huts today Flying in to swallow, jaws slung wide Incisors like sharpened spears Molars gnashing savage lust With one fell swoop they’ve taken half Mashing, thrashing what they’ve caught Stomach acid digesting souls Slurping intestines from punctured holes
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Show no laughter, crack no smile Adhere to form Power violent psychopath Manson-fuelled dark corn Set the mood, play the role Deranged occultist vibe Swirling feedback, Jimmy Jones Black arts personified Tiki way too goofy to endorse But the Temple of Set? Yes, of course! Super serious about this stuff Believe me dudes, it’s tuff n’ ruff
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Never hid the way I live to avoid your rolling eyes Don’t need to kill an animal to be one of the guys Reactionary camouflaged generic sycophant Cave your smirking face in with the power of a plant Ain’t no hippie pacifist Won’t back down so you better not miss Going to my grave at some point anyway You’re coming along if I leave today My only hope is that gun goes off and the bullet worms right through that shit for brains
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You’re a dog person; this much you’re sure to let us know Got a pooch that rides beside you on the way to the park Did the March for Pets together, sleeps in your bed Here’s a question, how come you haven’t eaten that mutt yet? Does the thought of chewing Golden Lab turn your stomach inside out? Bet he’d taste really good after they’d lined him up and slit his velvety throat Why do you relegate only specific animals to your plate? How come that panting dog is spared from enduring this same fate? Rationalize, compartmentalize, choose to scoff and ignore Your precious dog is just as smart and endearing as that pig Your smacking lips fellated in corpse form from that hip food truck Where the guy with nerd glasses reassured you it was humanely snuffed
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I just called to say I’d had an amputation Responded by saying that you had a cold Some things will never change The bitter taste of human waste I mentioned vomiting from the gnawing pain The only reply was that your sinuses were clogged $300 team jersey to ride around town Uptight nerd in stupid stretchy shorts Please do tell me the specs of your fancy gears Cycling through traffic like the Tour de Dork You must remember this You’re going to face my fist Teeth will rip, skull will crack Eyes are gouged right to the back Oops, I made a mess To this I must confess Tell me just how bad it feels In twenty words or less How many fingers am I holding? Shake it off, you’ll be fine Does it hurt when I twist your spine? Born in a Qalla to a Sunni Yet somehow Aarif saw through it all Rejected everything and fled to America At 18 months of age he left alone Travelled to the Promised Land Embraced by the light of Jesus Christ Married a street preacher’s daughter Found a sturdy box on which to proselytize They cried “dirty Muslim!” from trucks He said “Not me, you schmucks!”
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Hearts are bleeding for the micro-slop Goofy red placards hoisted by the flock Nothing more precious than unborn slush Jamming arms inside to prevent a flush Born into the mire a hard-boiled world Shut-up that screaming brat, I’m checking my stocks Sick of giving handouts to all these snot-nosed kids My taxes would be better spent on a new golf course Life begins at conception And ends the moment the little shit is calved Stroking a Christian erection To images of fetuses ripped the fuck apart
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NIMBY dipsticks seizure and flop Rural warriors humping the cause Imagined symptoms regurgitated “My cousin’s dog shit his pants from the noise!” Let’s build coal generators in their backyard
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Temper tantrum toddlers Go poopy in their Caliphate
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Neo blackened crust with a twist of cheese Palatable production for those new to the scene They’re offensive, but they don’t mean it The bass player’s sister is a full blown dyke Got a GAUZE patch so they get a pass That bit about immigrants was just for a laugh Said they don’t dig barriers at the club But those are the rules so what the fuck Gave me free stickers to put around town When mom wasn’t looking I stuck one on the van Anarchist hoodies, battle lattes Tiny mustaches and skinny jeans
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Bastards born again Stretch that sewer womb Baking failure cakes Baste them thick in smoke Shit stains can’t keep up Cause they’re too busy eating chips
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Life is uncomfortable, hive mind of the lumps You don’t have the right to not be offended So sensitive you can’t wipe your ass without crying We’ve entered a new gate on the spiral down to hell Drag queen has-been, you’re so mean How dare you wear women’s clothes! Should have checked your privilege at the door Who’s got the real struggle here? “Everyone always shoving their lives in my face” “What about me? It’s all about meeeee!” “You need to live each moment worrying about how I might feel!”
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Sea of Slugs 01:01
Got the jersey, got the hat Live and breathe for the team And their stats Everything comes down to this Urinal in the living room So no moments are missed Can’t relate to anyone Unless they share this lifeless quest Watching other people run around Case of beer, scarfing bags of shit Big foam hands, plastic hockey sticks “Rah rah!” go the sea of slugs Bunch of fuckin’ right on buds Gotta be there to support the boys So these millionaires can buy more toys Did I catch the game? The answer’s no Couldn’t even tell you who played what Awkward silence, jaw hangs frozen Don’t care that some QB is in a rut I’d rather weed my garden Than listen to Talk Sports Go crash your golf cart into a tree If your wife gets pregnant – abort!
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Holier than thou kids on a trampoline High fiving each other in their positive scene Make a change by screwing other bands Who didn’t wear bandanas or have X’s on their hands They actually did push-ups before the show Had to be sure the guns looked pumped Room of chugga chugga chumps Preachy squirts with nothing to prove Well looky here, reunion shows And not surprisingly it still blows The past was a joke and even more so now Look at you drink, barbecue half a cow Edge was so narrow almost everyone fell off Tell your kid you used to be in a band “Don’t get upset, Pop, but why was it so bland?” “Were you really a vegan, Dad?” “That was just a phase, son. No more questions, lad.” “Now get the old man a beer and leave me alone” “I’m bidding on a rare JUDGE test pressing I must own” “Didn’t your mother say to mow the lawn?” “Gonna count to three and you’d better be gone” “Now!”
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Pussy Masher huffs into a chair inside his mother’s house Got a pouty bottom lip when asked to wash the pots Upset because he was in the middle of a new pornogrind song Has a split cassette lined up with PUKEBLAST from Arkansas Mother unknowingly mails out tapes With tracks about how her son rapes Though let’s be clear, he’s never really touched A pair of breasts or single human butt Cack his sweatpants if an actual woman called him out Pimple Popper programs putrid pustuletic polluted plops Couldn’t pitch shift his way out of a paper bag But from behind his drum machine he swears he murders fags
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Child of the genocide struggling to stand Crawled 500 miles just to be with you Dust off the iPad mini and load the slideshow Hold onto your mind Jean Paul, it’s about to blow Mountains of hot dogs steamed Athletes feel the heat Gaping maws hang crammed Mouths are garbage cans Competitive eaters tour South Sudan Fist bump the knuckles of starvation Might need some help to hold up tiny wrists “Yo, Frankie, did we print team shirts in extra small?” Rub a belly, tug an ear Spectators pumped up to cheer A contender heaves and pukes Armed guards hold back the excited fans From clawing up the vomit to feed to their dying kids This race was really tight But in the end it all came down To one man above the rest Who in the face of adversity Showed something to you and me That humanity is truly fucked
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I’m not a scientist, but I do believe that you’re a tit Futurists are wasting time predicting how we’ll evolve The keys were handed over long ago Grinning men in suits threw up their hands Drove this fucker off the cliff Spiraling abyss Pacified the droolers with shiny rocks And promises of low price socks If there’s ever a revolt and angry mobs It’ll be because they ran out of cheap fried chicken We deserve to ebb Universal sigh of relief (I’ll Bet You Ride A Longboard) Self-imposed exile from not being insufferable I’ll bet you ride a longboard (The Matador’s Oopsie) Guffawed when the bull’s horn ripped open that throat Bled out in front of the family (Safe Space) Feeling really uncomfortable With the way you didn’t look at me No eye contact, but I still didn’t like it And I don’t know what’s on your mind Lock the doors and bar the windows We’re just letting in sisters today Thanks for stopping by, but get the fuck away We’re writing our own history and you’re not in it Building a world within a world within a world No one gets offended there Until someone disagrees about the pattern choice of blinders (Pulled Over for Dumb Decisions) There’s never been a better time to merge the world of political grindcore with promotion of the modern automobile. (Intrinsic Asshole) Walking through life like royalty Lay your coat down for the extraordinary Numbing dialogue all must endure Lest an ego-maniacal fit be thrown Bossy from the moment speech came No one ever knocked it back to size Now a full grown monster stampedes through the streets Insisting it’s so special we must be captivated
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A regional specialty from sweeping a nation Young and old alike, come and join the celebration Chocolate hands Expertly crafted Fill up a basket to surprise the kids Lopped off treats Belgian sweets Leopold II, the nutty chocolatier Can’t stop eating this ode to friendship Melts in your mouth and not on your stumps
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Stop right there you free speech lover Here’s a list we’ve made of what can’t be said Oppression has two Ps and Ss Get that through your insensitive head So ‘progressive’ this bloodthirsty system Designed by the mind unkempt Total silence, a tenant of the horn-rimmed Slippery conscripts struggle hard to get a grip Self-appointed blackout beasts Marauding band of martyred tots Guardians present their sleeves So injured birds can wipe their snot Like fire in a theatre They’re adding phrases one by one Someone mean called Sadie fat It’s like they’d shot her with a gun Inchoate intellects remanded in custody Speak never and forever hold your piece Megaphones don’t morph garble into poetry Being irritating doesn’t mean you’ve won a thing Why would so much strength need even more protection? With pithy knights to fortify the moat Terrified of a trigger being pulled full stop Open vocabulary, a tradition of the old Quivering masses can’t handle the discourse Opinions might deviate from their own Decrying labelled fascists for their evils All the while behaving like a tyrannical clone No one else will be sanctioned to differ So shut them down and demand that they atone Wailing students unfledged and pious Maybe one day they’ll look back and groan
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Duck and dodge, soul sucker’s coming Jesus, fuck, there’s no use running! Say goodbye to precious life Time thief bleeds it down the drain Social terrorist detonates Left for dead right in the street Can’t it see the look of anguish? Or hear me screaming in my head? Tortured by the lack of interest Forced to endure, there’s no escape! Everyone cringes at its existence Offering nothing, but taking it all
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Ready to walk past me Better let it go I stare down at the ground Trailing through the snow I can feel it coming Scab’s been picked through raw Before the words make it out I dislocate the jaw Whimpering and crumpled Hand raised for me to stop They murdered mercy long ago Now kiss this fucking rock! Gurgles spit through bleeding The red has soaked the white Emotionless, I carry on Now rid of one more blight
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Hominid avaricious Steal from the oceans Dump into the oceans How many parts per million Are you stupid fuck?
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Larynx stripped Cartilage ripped Lined up for slaughter at the microphone Clawing from the inside out High frequency never stops Auditory pathways systematically reamed Grinding down the human biology Until the day the machines write my necrology
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Got no friends, don’t need none Lone wolf contemplating in the den Seething with acrimony few can match Pacing bitterness from end to end This race has worn out its welcome Waiting for the pandemic to amp Mutant branch of the family tree Choking out all relatives Misery hates company Can’t relate to a single soul Writhing inside while appearing still Carry on as long as there’s a will Waiting for the pandemic to amp Drowning in solitude Stand surrounded by a thousand being plague Watching the leaves turn black and fall Heart stops beating, flesh starts rotting Another summer fades away… Replaced by the grip of winter Enter as a stranger, leave as a corpse If you ever knock upon my door
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I Give Up 03:20
Barely holding on Fingers losing grip Good things go from bad to worse Every bubble has to burst The biggest fear in life isn’t the moment when it ends It’s living in the here and now while everything descends The quoted silver lining is a guillotine blade Born to be forgotten, fire cast into the grave

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released November 11, 2016

This album is for those who value the ability to freely speak your mind over the modern worry of tiptoeing through the misguided muck of feelings. The anti-fascists have become the fascists. Modern day witch hunters trampling through life with stakes in their eyes. Redefining language and soothsaying thought. No one is immune from their delusional social arson, but only you can decide whether or not you burn. Stop, drop and roll, motherfuckers.

This album is for our comrades around the world. Oceans and miles separate us, but the affinity for this wretched filth keeps us close.
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Recorded and mixed at Tiny Bubble Studio and Shave Ice Stand through 2015.
Mastered by Mahler Haze January, 2016 at Drang Nach Nord studio, Eeklo Belgium
Noise by Randall on 02, 11, 32
Vocals by Andy and Brian (CAPTAIN THREE LEG) on 25, 27, 28
Vocals by DKP on 12, 26
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This release would not have been possible w/o the dedication and friendship of Andy/Mortville.

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