Tilt
hero maurader
Captive in my fantasy
Of ticket selling murder
A death every 30 seconds
I am hopped up on sugar
The plot is oversimplified
And tied up very neatly
The enemy is black and white
And I believe completely
I am the hero marauder
I kill as easily as blink
I fuck like Zeus
I fit right inside his shoes
Projecting myself
Onto the screen
Glued to my movie seat
With sticky melted candy
I forked over my admission price
I've got my soda handy
I kicked the chair ahead of mine
And scream at each explosion
My pitiful life is shoved aside
I'm blinded by emotion
Emerging from the exit
I'm relieved of my suspicion
Purged of all my questioning
And emptied of conviction
I'm a terminator with a superhuman torso
A great obliterator with a savage manifesto
- :
- Hinterland
- Been Where? Did What?
- Play Cell
- Miscellaneous
- Viewers Like You
- Til It Kills
- Show & Tell: A Stormy Remembrance of TV Theme Songs
- Fat Music, Volume 4: Life in the Fat Lane
- Fat Music, Volume 3: Physical Fatness
- Angus
- Fat Music, Volume 1: Fat Music for Fat People
- Glory Daze
- Boys Lie
- Rockmotor
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 3
- Short Music for Short People
- A Compilation of Warped Music
- Wrecktrospective
- Fat Music, Volume 2: Survival of the Fattest
- Gun Play