Worship and Tribute

Hit it one more Time for our men in uniform with a price upon their heads This is a war, sober up You call it what you want, the color changes up in the sun Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore All my exes live with hexes This is why I hang Myself with jealousy upon a fence post half mast Fashion: war between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the teens Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore Oh yeah, I would like to see you die like mice do I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man I'm crying Crying Crying Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore Yeah, I'd like to Yeah, I'd like to die like fucking mice do I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man Fashion Buy it Load it Shoot it

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

Mr. Shiver, I'm glad you sent a line Euphoria's endearing But it's cold We might as well retire To the drawer where all used things resign Mr. Shiver, in the river You were sold You were told I do, I do If we make it over the mountain Dressed in leather, red ball and vault attire The most ironic place to be is easy, yeah Between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used resign Mr. Shiver, in the river You were sold You were told I do, I do If we make it over the mountain You might lose the one you choose You might lose who won you times ten

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

You like to carry my heart In a bag that's broken You're asking when do I stop? When the bottle's empty Blacker than my father's soul Drunk enough to raise us all Pink, pink Roses, roses Nomad Drowning rat Black, black So black you can't even grasp the fact Blacker than a beggar's soul Rich enough to save us all Lead with your need as God descends Pink, pink Roses, roses Cold in the ground What gets me this down? The smell of magnesium The smile of a clown I want to drench you, stab you Fuck you and film you Pink, pink Roses, roses And if it ain't sold Platinum or gold This'll be the biggest lie you ever lived

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

If it makes you It takes you I don't want to If it makes you scared In the bare, anyway If it makes you, I don't want to See your face when you feel not alive You're lying in bed with the pride of a lion You are there, you are there If you're shrewd enough to be underlined, then You are there A world premiere If it makes you It takes you I don't want to If it makes you stare In the bare, anyway If it's the last thing you do If it's the last thing you do If it's the last thing you do, plagiarize You're lying in bed with the pride of a lion You are there, you are there If you're shrewd enough to be underlined, then You are there And where is there? I said, "Where's my Sandinista?" A world premiere You're lying in bed with the pride of a lion Are you there? Are you there? If you're shrewd enough to be underlined, then You are there My boss said to me: "Take my advice please Instead, for one second, up off your knees We are not the competition When we strive, we strive To be number one."

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

Way down in this latrine, a nail bomb In the city of Molotov In the province of gun In a route off the highway In the land of two suns Sometimes I get pissed when My blow goes like a quickie in the snow But I'm sure I'll go down inside I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the seed of a bastard Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long On the feet of a dragon Last last night the wind pipe's covered in hope I pray it'd be covered in rope Me, me, me Grief, grief, grief Beat the heat I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the seed of a bastard Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long On the feet of a dragon Last last night the wind pipe's covered in hope I pray it'd be covered in rope Way down in this latrine, a nail bomb In the city of Molotov In the province of gun In a route off the highway In the land of two suns Sometimes I get pissed when Grunt fuck Grin fuck Push her in the snow fuck The dope fiend splashes gash like a nail bomb

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

I'm not impressed I guess I'm not impressed With which dialect, which dialect marches best And who reaches heaven in what order When our kids are baptized in mortar It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley Who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"? I'm not impressed I guess I'm not impressed With which dialect, which dialect marches best We found that ultimately, you can make it snow in the summer It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley Who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"? Contrary to what you believe We oscillate and vary speed The food in jail is sulphury How do Inuits spell relief? Summer's trudging closer and a flurry of white as well It's the heart of nuclear winter and I'm scared as hell It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountains And we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley Who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish A round and a bout down I'm scared To throne nowhere And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish A round and a bout down I'm heir to throne nowhere Here's where the train ride ends Screaming, "Is this your decision?" We were the best of friends And I'll go nowhere This isn't where This isn't where I found you And my life is such a ball that I run the world from city hall And I knew you all And my life is such a ball that I run the world from city hall And I own you all Here's where the train ride ends Screaming, "Is this your decision?" We were the best of friends And I'll go nowhere This isn't where This isn't where I found you In this Holiday Inn This isn't where This isn't where I found you "Well, welcome back race fans It's Cavalcade sport time again Here at the jamboree Home of the hits How you doing, Bob? It's the last stretch And my heart... my heart stays in the lead And we see first, second behind my heart is my mind Third behind my mind is my body Fourth behind my body is my soul And my heart stays in the lead Coming around the stretch That was a good one, Bob." No dutch This isn't where This isn't where I found you In this Holiday Inn This isn't where This isn't where I found you "Home is where the heart is..." "On the bus!"

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

Put the needle to the record And hit me with your style Soon enough, I'll learn to unload my mouth Can't you see it's getting blacker? The vibe up in this place When I displaced what made me turn my face I can't wait I jumped ship to a burning sow Had a ball Atom bomb It was quite a dirty habit When the last thing I do Has a swine slewn Down martyr avenue Am I driftwood or hosanna? I'm knee-deep in disease I'm the body Laid anonymously On the beach, girl On the beach I jumped ship to a burning sow Had a ball Atom bomb I jumped ship to a burning sow Had a ball Killed a shark Denial is a river in Egypt Division is a reunion in the south Soon enough I'll learn to Denial is a river in Egypt Elusive as the communion in my mouth Soon enough I'll learn to I jumped ship to a burning sow Had a ball Atom bomb Tell the one about the man Who dug out holes so deep He lost sight of his word

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026

I smell the sound of a growing gash With pop sensibilities KQED "It's a tune that equals you." I feel Hallelujah I fail Bulimia I'm frail Hallelujah I fell Salting the back of a snail This is worship and this is tribute Am I crumbling, ripping or failing? Knowing you fit in KQED "It's a tune that equals you." I fell Hallelujah I fail Bulimia I'm frail Hallelujah I fell Salting the back of a snail And am I worshiping or am I tributing? Or am I crumbling, ripping or failing? My Turkish prison is knowing I fit in Feeding time An old friend of mine At the leper zoo Que sera Erotic hurrah With no rescue, girl Feeding time An old friend of mine At the leper zoo Que sera Erotic hurrah It's cool Be cool, girl Sailor, sailor Worship Tribute Crumbling, ripping and failing Knowing you fit in Feeding time An old friend of mine At the leper zoo Que sera Erotic hurrah With no rescue, girl Feeding time An old friend of mine At the leper zoo Que sera Erotic hurrah It's cool Be cool, girl Sailor scent

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026