Story Behind the Song
We wanted a musical way to answer when concerned Catholic Priests asked us who we were and why we were urinating in the communion wine chalice.
Lyrics
Smash Pain Mangle Brain
Suffer Chair Flaming Hair
Fetus blanket ovaries
Burning carcass underwear
We know who the fuck we are
Tell us who are the fuck are you?
Blackened casket, flaming tar
Rocking cock is what we do
Brock Junk-ie, J-69
Sometimes Slajewij, Sawyer, too
From Edmonton is where we come
The acrid ghettos, burning slums
To heroin we are addicted
Forced abortions we inflicted
Screw you're luck, hardcore as fuck
From your open sores the pus we'll suck
Heat our heroin with the flames
From the depths of hell is where we came
Tell us who the fuck you are
We Smash Pain, and we'll go far
Not a fetus left unbroken
The Cock of Rock, your radio's smokin'
A bag of babies in our freezer
Arms and legs of broken geezers
A pile of pizzas, cold and chilly
Pepperoni? Fetuses, don't be silly!
Our wallets made of freeze-dried womb
We're the cock of rock, and here's your tomb
We'll piss on you even as you're buried
Smash Pain forever, but your mileage varies
My name is Brock Junkie and my sign is an aries
Best beware or Ill devour your fetal canaries
The inventors of cock rock, straight from Alberta
Get some heroin and have it for desserta
The great grandmasters of disaster,
Back for mercy, More and Faster
All of our works are masterpieces
Let the Cock of Rock produce some satanic diseases
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