Procrasturbation

by Tower of Wankers

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released January 1, 2010

Pete O'File (Matt Moss): All instruments, Drum programming
Ray Pissed (Ste Hogan): Vocals

Album art courtesy of Google Image and Paint.

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Track Name: Come Grind with Me
I'll scoff your yolk while you beat my cream
Pull out, lick my spoon until it's clean
Munching on whatever takes my fancy
Like a ferret I emerge to raid your pantry
Stir my balls so the sides don't stick
Get the grease proof sheets and the cheesy dip
We're gonna dine like rapist kings
Biting down on your oysters, even though they ming
We're gonna cook until it bleeds, come grind with me
And for main course a steak tartare, served as a liquid enema
Stuffing the goose while your behind me with the clam juice
Pouring it all over my spotted dick.
Forking my pork, before I slide it through your bacon roll
Kneeding your turd into a chocolate whip
Getting filthy in the kitchen my chocolate running down your chin
Gonna cook until it bleeds, come grind with me
Gonna loot your meat pantry, because I must feed
Come grind with me.
Track Name: The Room (Instrumental)
(Yes, it's instrumental)
Track Name: Baby (cover)
I was like!
Eurgh!
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
You know you love me, I know you care
Just shout whenever, and I'll be there
You want my love, you want my heart
And we will never ever ever be apart!
Eurgh!
I was like!
Baby baby baby, oh!
Baby baby baby, oh!
My first love broke my heart for the first time
Eurgh!
Baby baby baby, oh!
Baby baby baby, oh!
Track Name: Scum (cover)
In your mind
Nothing but fear
You can't face life
Or believe death's near

A vision of life
On television screens
An existence created
From empty dreams

Hide behind T.V.
Hide behind life
You should be living
But you only survive

Life holds nothing
But pain and death
Don't look for love
There is none left