Artist:    Eastdeath 
Album:  Poo is Wee, Wee is Poo 
Year:    1984 
E-mail:  rumple@rumpleland.ru 
 
Everybody's looking for that trumping 
One fart that makes you feel complete 
You'll find it in the strangest places 
Vindaloo, McDonalds and baked beans 
Some fart in the faces of their children 
Some fart and stick it in a jar 
Who can deny the joy it brings 
When you let off those deadly things  
You're f
Affliction lyrics

There I'm on the edge
Of something more than what I knew
I've traded my burdens
For habits I can't cure
Gather up my enemies
Bring them to the feast
Dancing in the circle
As they crucify me
arting without wind 
 
Some share a fart in bed each morning 
Some fart all through the windy night 
Watch out for silent but violents 
Coz if they're bad then they will make you cry 
Oh, some shit their pants without warning  
Because they push too hard and squeeze out shite 
And when you've ate too many beans 
And you've melted your g-string 
You're farting without wind 
 
My diarrhoea is worse than shingles 
It pummels out like - plop, 
Grey lyrics




Grey skies clouding up the things we used to see with wide eyes
Maybe everything was meant to be this way
Will it ever change
But are we stuck here on our own

[Chorus]

It's all
plop, plop  
But like they say in the ad for Pringles 
?Once you pop you just can't stop!? 
Whoa, the splash it burns my bottom  
When I do a King Kong shit 
The type that won?t flush down the toilet 
And the splash covers your ass in piss 
 
[Bridge] 
So impossible as it may seem 
You've got to fight to keep them held in  
'Cuz who's to know if you let one go 
In the middle of the street 
 
Some gay people they poo their trousers 
Do fart
The Evil Black Lord lyrics

High on the cemetary mountainWhere evil dwells in vainDarkness rules eternallyAnd the Black Lord prevailsThe black, the whiteThey will all die in painEvil rules, Satan gardesCrucify in
s more lethal than anthrax 
They can't control their own digestion 
Because their bum muscles just relax 
It's the little farts that only I do 
Those are the farts that make you cry-y-y-y 
Coz when your pants rip at the seams 
And your bumhole, oh it screams 
Your farting without wind 
 
My bowels is where my smell begins  
Stems from my intestines 
And my bum is where it ends 
I just can?t stop farting 
I?m farting without wind