Raw Cuts Lyrics

The Yodelling Hoover
Everything goes down, oh yeah
The jewels in the crown, oh yeah
She don't know why she does it, oh no
Maybe just because it tickles, yeah

You're very French
But your hearts a target for the East

There she goes again
Singing like a drain
Sucking on a brain
Crawling through a train
Oozing with a snake
Hope it doesn't break
Squash it on your cake
Deeply in a lake

I'm very dry
But my lips are tainted by your heart

Here come the yodelling hoover
She's gonna yodel over you
She's gonna yodel over you, yeah

Baby/Tell me what's the use
Of being an excuse
Your dust encrusted rust
Your dessicated lust
Of other people stuff
You never get enough
And everything you see
It goes into your mouth

She's very fat
But he hearts encrusted by those fans

Here come the yodelling hoover
She's gonna yodel over you
She's gonna yodel over you

Here come the yodelling hoover
She's gonna yodel over you
She's gonna yodel over you
She's gonna yodel over you
She's gonna yodel over you


Give It To The Soft Boys
Feel like asking a tree for an autograph
And I feel like making love to a photograph
Photographs don't smell

Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys

Well I told you baby I was the only one
Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one
Machines can't dream

Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys

Well hard boys groove and white boys mausterbate
But then soft boys wind up that a Doctor Meseschmict
He just a one-o-nines 'em

Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys
Soft Boys


Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger
She bangs a bowl
She bangs a bat
She bangs a ball and builds her cat
She bangs her head
Against the wall
She bangs her head and slides her fat
She catches Handel in her flat

Her man is right
In greasy silk
A split tomato in his mind
A crumpled heart
Sags to the sea
Tomato heart escaping gas
She has her man in rubber skin

Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway man is yellow stripes
At least I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bang

She tangs her fag
She taints her cyst
She fludles gun around her rug
She twists her fang
She tugs her foot
She muffles hamsters in a squat
Her hair's on his marshmallow pout

His head is rich
Enough to burst
Fresh ale and flies on melon halves were like enstrung
Around her calves
You wind up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap

Well all the people I don't know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted father of mankind
'S enough to drive a poor boy blind
At least I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger
Bang

She bangs it once and that's no lies
She bangs it twice and both her eyes
Come dangle out on yo-yo strings
Her head bore branches on a sheath
And Vyrna bubbles on the heath
"My heart is full of soap," she sighs

A tounge of stalk
And tender leaves
And then she'll eat
Her skull it ____ and splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay

She tounges a cat
She tounges a cake
She throws transistors in a lake
She throws her head
Far through the door
I wonder what she does that for
I wonder what she think I gots

Yeah, listen Vyrna
(Shutdown)
There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind
(Shutdown)
If it bothers you we can turn it off
(Shutdown)
With your silly red shoes and your grecian urn
(Shutdown)
And your feet potted out of a veiled cocoon
(Shutdown)
Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red scone
A rotting statue on a feathery dawn
Invented you one summer's morn
At least I'm not a coathanger
Vyrna Kowl you're a headbanger


Hear My Brane
Hear my brane a coming
Down your slender track
Ever since I went away I've been wishing I was back
Oh yeah, wishing I could quack

Feel me head a coming
Through your window pane
The glass melts when the head comes through and seals back again
Oh yes - Indeed - Quite so - In fact

Maybe you'll remember
Maybe you'll forget
It doesn't matter very much it hasn't happened yet
Oh no, it hasn't happened yet

She sells brain cells
She sells brain

She there when I'm hungry
Rob me when I'm bad
Teach me foreign languages
But don't give me any food
Ah no, don't give me anything to eat


The Face Of Death
The face of death is my best friend
He lurks behind my favourite vent
And though we meet we never speak
I've got a feeling he's unique

He looks so crushed but he's alright
He eat his food
He sleeps at night
His leather jacket's quite like mine
I'm we two would get on fine

But some someday I'll make him mine
I'll wear your face
I'll come to tea
My place or yours
And then you'll see
It's like walking through a mirror

He tried to hard
It never came to anything
They burn his name
They threw him out
Cause he was wrong
And left him trapped inside this song


Wading Through A Ventilator
I fix my fish
I fool my frog
I fray my feet
I drag my dog
I drag my dirt
Across the wall
I squash my ___ just like my grub
I bang ____ in a pub

My girl is right
In greasy silk
A split tomato in her mind
A crumpled heart
Sagged to the sea
Tomato heart
Escaping gas
I think my girl has rubber skin

Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway man in yellow stripes
It might not now but it will be later
Wading through your ventilator
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh

I tang my fag
You taint your cyst
The pretty Bob he
Licks my stamp
And twists her fang
She tugs his foot
We think of better things and laugh
Her hair's on my marshmallow pout

My head is rich
Enough to burst
Without me struggling in my car
Fresh ale and flies
On melon halves
You wind up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap

Of all the people I don't know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted father of mankind
'S enough to drive a poor boy blind
It might not now but it could be later
Wading through your ventilator

I wading in and that's a fact
The meat was cut the meat was packed
You shredded me with icy strings
As coiled salami I was led
Into a holy stocking shed
My life like antiseptic stings

A tounge of stalk
And tender leaves
And then she'll eat
Her skull it _____ and splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay

I drank a cat
I sun a cake
She throws transistors in my lake
I threw her head
Far through the door
You wonder what I do that for
They wonder what she think I gots

Listen baby
There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind
If it bothers you we can turn it off
With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye
And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide
And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck
A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn
Invented me one summers morn
I lost you now but I'll catch you later
Wading through your ventilator
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