Triple Live Mother Gööse at Budokan

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls Livestock of all ages Step right this way! Walk up in the big tent tonight! One show only! See Satan's Ham! Take a walk down a Nightmare on Sesame Street! See Teenage Babes! You want it? You got it! The Shittiest Show on Earth Presenting the world's worst band Green...Jello!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

Are you ready to obey the cowgod? We live in a country, we can't eat meat Obey the cowgod We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Burger Kings Obey the cowgod We live in a country, where there is no, there's no McDonalds Obey the cowgod Ah dopey, dopey, dopey, dopey I'm a cow, and I'm gonna roam through your village And I'm gonna eat all of your food But you don't care, because I'm a, I'm a sacred cow Obey the cowgod We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Beefcake The Mighty Obey the cowgod We live in a country, where there is no, there's no beef-by products Obey the cowgod You, on your knees You, get on your knees Where's those two boneheads? Get on your knees Hands behind your heads And on your knees You, on your knees You, get on your knees I said, on your knees Get on your knees and pray to the cowgod Eat my burger, for it is my flesh And drink my milk, for it is my blood Obey the cowgod

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

If you wanna be a man, you better learn to obey! Yeah! I put these things on my boobs, I try to tell you what to do Get your boy-toy under control, free my soul, free my soul You gotta test the testes of love, so whip it out boy, and put on that glove Slave boy, why don't you listen to me? 'Cause I got a ton of money I'll make you love me with my big strong hands So do your duty and act like a man I made it through on my knees, Poppa, don't preach my pink undies I like to let it all hang out, I'm dancin', baby, 'cause I know how You gotta test the testes of love, so whip it out boy, and put on that glove Slave boy, why don't you listen to me? 'Cause I got a ton of money I'll make you love me with my big strong hands So do your duty and act like a man. Make you a man with a slap of my hand Make you a man with a slap of my hand Make you a man with a slap...SLAP Gotta tie you up to get down Gotta tie you up to get down Gotta tie you up to get down Gotta tie you up to get down Gotta tie you up... Peach pit baby! Slave boy, why don't you listen to me? 'Cause I got a ton of money I'll make you love me with my big strong hands So do your duty and act like a man. Act like a man Act like a man, boy

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

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Rock 'n' roll pumpkin! Rock-N-Roll Pumpkin (Say it again) We're just poppin' our 'kins

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

Anarchy in Bedrock...twitch, twitch Right now, hahahahahaha I am an antichrist, I am an anarchist Know what I want, but know how to get it Wanna destroy Mr. Slate 'cause I wanna be Fred Flintstone! Anarchy in Bedrock Stop in sometime and meet Betty and Wilma Try some Flint-Upside-Down-Rubble-Bubble cake Or just try Fruity Pebbles 'cause I wanna be Fred Flintstone! In Bedrock it's the only way to be! Many ways to get what you want, I use ministry I use Barney Rubble (Uh, gee, Fred), I use anarchy, 'Cause I wanna be Fred Flintstone! Yabba Dabba Doo!! (Dino bark) Is this the U.S.D.A.? Is this Hollywood? Is this Bedrock? I thought it was Hollyrock! 'Cause I wanna be Fred Flintstone. And I wanna be Fred Flintstone.... WILLMMAAAA!!!!!!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

Why don't you sit right back And I, I may tell you a tale A tale of three little pigs And a big bad wolf Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick-y Spent most of his days just a-dreamin' of the city And then one day, he bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city Built his house out of straw, what a pity Then one day, jammin' on some chords Along came the wolf knocking on his door Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Well I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoned He spent most of his time just a-ganja smokin' Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach Getting paid money for religious speech Built his shelter from what he garbage picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day he was cranking up Bob Marley Along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Well I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Well the third little piggy, the grade A student His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent Earned his Master's degree from Harvard College Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills Then one day came the old house smasher The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Well I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Well the big bad wolf Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could And lo and behold, the little piggy's house stood "It's made out of concrete," the little piggy shouted The wolf just frowned as he pouted So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would They sent out Rambo, just as fast as they could "Yo, Wolf-face. I'm your worst nightmare. Your ass is mine!" (gunshots) Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see And that's the end of this story, for you and me If you still give a listen, you just may Hear the big wolf or little piggies say Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin! Well I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in! And the moral of the story is that bands with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet show

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

Food Fight!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

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When clouds of iron gather nigh, blackening the winter sky Storms gather fury from the lake, best hurry home and refuge take For soon the worst will come to pass, and ice will turn your routes to glass While in the north the beast awakens, from his year long slumber taken His howl the fury of the gales, with deadly curves that rarely fail To send your autos into flight, through blizzard's curtain blinding white See driving skills you lack with the, FLIGHT OF THE SKAJAQUADA

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026

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