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thick as my balls, part 1 (including "take a piss") - the balls project lyrics

[verse 1]
really don’t mind if you sit this one out
…i may make you feel but i can’t make you sh*t
your love’s in the gutter, your sperm’s in the sink

[refrain]
so you ride yourselves over the b*lls
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as my b*lls

[verse 2]
and the sh*t*castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal p*ss, the moral melee
the elastic retreat rings the close of b*lls
as the last wave uncovers the final b*lls

[refrain]
but your new shoes are worn at the head over heels
ah, don’t take my b*lls
don’t break my b*lls
don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away
and your b*lls does rapidly peel
and your wise men don’t know how it feels
to be thick as cum
[verse 3]
and the cum that i feel is so far away
i’m a bad dream that i just had yesterday
and you shake your head and said “who the f*ck are you?”

[verse 4]
spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the cold s*x and booze
spin me down the long ages, let them join together with the band

[verse 5]
see there! my b*lls is born
and we pr*nounce him fit to f*ck
there are black*heads on his b*lls
and he pees cumself in the night
we’ll make a kid who had a big hallucination of him, put him to a cum trade
teach him to play “time” and how to sing in the rain

aaaaahh! aaaaahh!
amogus
[?]
b*lls

p*ss p*ss p*ss p*ss (etc.)
bread
[crazy frog sounds]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
i’m p*ssing and sh*tting all over this copy of amlor (1987)
voulez*vous
[?]
kodachrome
time
(screaming)

my b*lls
p*ss*p*ss*p*ss*p*ss
my b*lls
p*ss
p*ss*p*ss*sh*t*cum

bread
bread bread
bread bread

[spoken interlude]
rise and shine, mister freeman. rise and shine.
not that i… wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job.
no one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste (cum!) until… well, let’s just say your hour has come again.
the right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
so, wake up, mister freeman.
wake up and smell the ashes.
[verse 6]
the poet and the painter casting shadows on the watah
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the stone
the do*er and the thinker, no allowance for the other
as the failing light shatters the mercenary’s creed
the b*lls burning, the bread almost cold
but the master of the house is far away
the horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day

[refrain]
and the poet lifts his son while the soldier sheaths his sword
and the youngest of the family is p*ssing with authority
building p*ss castles by the p*ss sea
he dares the tardy p*ss tide to wash them all aside

(p*ss)
(piissss)
(piiissssss)
oh
*ide, oh

run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
you’ll find my favourite my b*lls, b*lls, my b*lls
don’t look so frightened, this is just a passing phase
one of my bad days

my b*lls
my b*lls
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
my b*lls (p*ss)
b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls b*lls

my b*lls (etc.)

b*lls (shut up) p*ss
b*lls (shut up) p*ss
b*lls (shut up) p*ss
b*lls (shut up) p*ss
shut up

p*ss

[verse 7]
the cattle quietly p*ssing at the p*ssy down by the my b*lls
where the swelling mountain p*ss water moves onward to the sea
the builder of my b*lls renews the age*old purpose
and contemplates the aaaaaahh whose offer is his need
the young men of the household have all gone in my b*lls
and are not to be expected for a year
the b*lls moving ever faster
has formed the b*lls to change the man he seems

[refrain]
and the poet sheaths his b*lls while the soldier lifts his sword
and the oldest of the family is p*ssing with authority
coming from ap*ss the sea, he challenges the sus
who puts him to the run

[?] deez nuts!

some of us p*ss on my b*lls…

[verse 8]
just take a p*ss and cast it to the sea
then watch the ripples never come back
gone to the other side
p*ss away, away
my p*ss spills so gently into your b*lls
disturbing the waters of the endless river

[verse 9]
shreds of our b*lls are lying on your ass
wounded words of p*ss are graveyards of the p*ss
b*lls are grey and torn, scattered in strawberry fields
b*lls of your b*lls are not real

[verse 10]
wear sadness on your b*lls like a worn*out overcoat
in pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your b*lls
the daybreak is your p*ssnight, the b*lls have all broken
disturbing the p*ss waters of our b*lls

[verse 11]
what do you do when daddy dies
do you want to be him?
and your real self sings “my b*lls”
do you want to free him?
no one to help you p*ss up steam
and the p*ss turns you ‘way off*beam

[verse 12]
i’ve come down from the upper class to break your rotten b*lls
my father was a stupid motherf*cker whom everyone obeyed

[verse 12]
so come on all you stupid motherf*ckers! i’ve got to set you straight
just like i did with my old man twenty*five or six to four years too late

[verse 13]
your bread and water’s going cold, your sh*t is short and neat
i’ll judge your b*lls and make d*mn sure that no*one judges my b*lls

[verse 14]
you curl your b*lls in fun as you sh*t at everyone
you meet the stares, you’re unaware that your enod t’nera sgniod
and you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to bee!
but how are we supposed to see where we should p*ss?

[verse 15]
i see you sh*t in the courtroom
with your fingers upon my d*ck and b*lls
and your downy litle sidies and your p*ss*buckle shoes among us
playing at the hard*case, you follow the example
of the comic*paper idol who lets you bend the d*ck

[verse 16]
so! come*mong us childhood heroes!
won’t you rise up from the p*ss pages
of your comic*b*lls? your super*b*lls
and show us all the way?
well! make your p*ss and sh*t
won’t you? trust your local government
we’ll have joe manchin for president, let doug walker save the day

[verse 17]
you put your bread on number one and it comes up every time
the other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
and so you finally ask yourself just how big my b*lls are
and you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor b*lls
and you wonder who to call on

[verse 18]
so! where the h*ll was maggie
when you needed her last sat*rday?
and where are all the madmen
who always pulled you through?
they’re all resting down in brazil, writing up their memoirs
for a paper*back edition of the ball scout manual

- the balls project lyrics

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