Canada Songs

All those malcontent dismissing Nature's process: Die Please slit your own throats Please slit your own throats Someone needs to drop A giant fucking "L" on this city And hero pressing those tiny adorable digits to the sky The lonely beekeeper fucked by his own hive

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

The "product" We refer to Is well equipped In the service abilities Of your common woman Though in our opinion We have manufactured her To be far surperior To that of any "common" woman (Defective product has been known to wreak havoc) There are, of course, risks to be taken (Upon small villages and town folk, and town folk) (Just sign here, initial here) (Then sign here, here, and here) Your signature waives responsibility from Jones Inc We apologize for any inconvenience --- The "product" we refer to is well equipped In the service abilities of your common woman Though in our opinion (and many others) We have manufactured her to be far superior To that of any "common" woman There are, of course, risks to be taken Though we rarely receive complaints from our clients (That unreadable fine print) Defective product Has been known to wreak havoc upon small villages and town folk (Make that sweet green philosophical love) Just sign here, initial here, then sign here, here, and here (Your signature waives responsibility from Jones Inc We apologize for any inconvenience) Twelve months later... Client: She's falling apart and she killed my dog Sales representative: (silence) Client: You know that once she swam in beauty? Sales representative: That's true Client: Well, where did it go?

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

My eyes sculpting Spread your thighs like a cancer let me see what's inside Your pale body has that graveyard charm Those desperate looks have got me diggin so deep I bury my head in the crown pushes, please, please

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

If I cut off your arms and legs Would you still look at me and say: "You can't see what you can't catch"? Well, I caught you, baby I caught you, honey, what do you think of that? I caught you, honey, just like the clap sugar You can't catch Well, I caught you, baby I caught you, honey, what do you think of that? I caught you, honey, what do you think of that? I caught you, honey, what do you think?

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

Remember when we sold the horses their houses? We stole a million more Come back to where the thermostat is your best friend Twelve hundred miles between here and there Baby that's just too far

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

Five hundred milligrams of love has be in disarray (The room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors) Get this man to the O.R Stat: unconscious time lapse: (The shades rise, call button by body side) In the recovery room I wrote a list Of all the ways that you're beautiful It goes on and on, on and on On and on, on and on On and on, on and on It just goes on and on, on and on On and on, on and on

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

They shaved off fourteen points first ugly They dumbed down the structure Like a broken bible salesman going door to door Flowers spread across his teeth Bloody imprisoned Remember when we were young? (Ohh) We're just like them now (Ohh) These choppers won't chew no more (Ohh) These knees won't bend no more and (Ohh) This face can't sell the words (Ohh) For sure, there are a million other birds There are a million other birds and, I said (Ohh) We're just like them now, I said (Ohh) These choppers won't chew no more, I said (Ohh) These knees won't bend no more, I said ohh From state to ceiling to the cats

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

Yeah, the camouflage cross Like a glistening A glistening member Like sticky choir singing itself blue in the face Grotesque and unflattering It's an empty gesture, it's on its way to the big screen And it will be the biggest shitstorm this town Yeah, the camouflage cross Like a glistening

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

Break away from the regeneration process For if one photo is before then the other must be after So organize files and open window Because last summer's plot will be this season's destitution Because last summer's plot will be this season's destitution Because last summer's plot will be this season's destitution Because last summer's plot will be this season's destitution

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026

We held down miles of my own vomit Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town (Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child Or maybe some one did too much) Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve Let's see the look on your face when I make it work If every woman was a continent, I would be Napoleon Yeah, your body's the sea that I wish to navigate Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah I wanna be the superb qualities to your Three-pronged fingertips Like the K-9 nose to your crotch I want to watch you undress through the keyhole Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026