I Ain’t No Goddamn Son of a Bitch!

Where Eagles Dare icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 10 from the Legacy of Brutality LP by Misfits icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Misfits' "Legacy of Brutality" album cover. [Formatted]

We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser with jaded eyes and features
You think they really care?

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

Let’s test your threshold of pain
Let’s see how long you last
That’s happened in your rape on bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features, you think they really care?
Let’s go where eagles dare
We’ll go where eagles dare

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

Please Don’t Feed My Television Screen

TV Casualty icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Static Age LP by Misfits icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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There are paint smears on everything I own
The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth
Christmas cards to which I never reply
My eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light

TV casualty
We’re alright!

I wish they’d put Prince Namor on the tube
Hold on, I think I have to puke
There’s a spot in the corner where I always go
I like to feed the flies that I know

Please don’t feed my television screen

TV casualty
We’re alright!

Babies in prison, they call it a womb
Nine month sentence, no parole
Slivers of steel stuck in your lungs
Breathe deep, we need a donor for blood

Jaguars at the cemetery
Cadillacs grazing at your grave
Zeniths grazing at your grave
Sonys grazing at your grave

TV casualty
We’re alright!