A few years ago I started a scream-core band called Abortion Clinic, which is the best name for any band ever. Try now to think of a better name. You can't, partly because you're a dolt, but mostly because it's unbeatable. Unfortunately I can't play any instruments, so we didn't even get to the practice stage, but I did just stumble upon some sample lyrics I had stored in my 'awful and embarrassing ideas' folder. Here, immortalised forever on a blog that three people read, the political venom of the greatest band to never have existed.
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Blood on your thighs
Lies lies lies.
A pain in your cunt
But what do you want?
Vacuum it out!
Vacuum it out!
Twisting metal of destruction
Crushing bones of hate
Three weeks with no bleeding
Your period was too late
Now you have
Blood on your thighs
Lies lies lies
Blood on your thighs
Lies lies lies
Forceps of evil
Clamp open your womb
Of death!
Of death!
Of Death!
Mutant Twins of pain
Rip open your womb
Fists punch through into light
Put up the fight!
Blood on your thighs
Lies lies lies
Blood on your thighs
Lies lies lies
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I know. I'm wasted working in retail.
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