Baby Going Down

Baby going down.

I always wanted to do whats wrong
and I always thought I was so strong
Nothing could catch me, Nothing brought me down
No one could stop me
Queen of our town and now I’m gone
And now I am gone
I stepped into the water below
A place I knew I shouldn’t go
Didn’t listen to my mama
Didn’t listen to my pop
Now I’m lost and I don’t know how to stop
And I’m gone, sweet Jesus, I am gone
The river is slow the river is deep
and now little baby’s floating fast asleep
In death, sweet baby is dead
Baby going up baby coming down
Baby, baby six feet under ground
Sweet baby is dead, sweet baby is dead

Lyrics Karene Stapleton

Monsters

Vocals Edward Stapleton
L.A.Drones!: Production, Sound Design and Synths
Matt Comeione Mapping and Drums Programmation – synths (intro and end)

“Monsters” is a parody of the Sonny and Cher song “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” from 1971. and new lyrics by Gerardo Velasquez rip

Gangs of Whores

So thank you for walking into the bus straight first
So thank you for your one petty revelation
So thank you for your catacomb denial, So thank you for getting permanent lockjaw. So now you can lie on your razor edged rocking chair and bleed.

Seeds of Hate

The eejit* spews his cesspool of lies
Creating a slag heap of deception
Yet they swallow his subtext of existence
While his bigotry becomes the law of the land

Your fear has become our warfare
Our resistance is not futile
You will become the beggar
that rides the horse to hell

The mounds of decaying piglet flesh
has become the source of their opinions
a pox upon them and upon your house
as they bark ther ugly words in unison

Your fear has become our warfare
Our resistance is not futile
You will become the beggar
that rides the horse to hell

Art by Karene Stapleton

 

Cardinal Newman

SS treatment early in the morning
Religious instruction with Christian guilt
While they pray on bleeding knees
They’ll suck your will until its dry

Cardinal is my savior
Sister Gabrielle’s a horny bitch
Masturbation in hot showers
Masturbation is Christian relief

Will you punish me now and then
Make me do what you want
Force your beliefs down my throat
Make a killing once a week

Groups of boys just stare and watch
Groups of girls rip and raw
Penetration filled with fear
Penetration a Christian relief

Catholic school with prison bars
Catholic school with prison bars

By E. Stapleton

Out of the darkness and into a hot shower.