Hot Dam!

by Beaver Slap

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released June 24, 2015

All songs by Marchione/Finnie unless otherwise noted.

Recorded at She Died Productions
Produced by Ionas von Zezschwitz & Mickey Cardoni
Mixed by Ionas von Zezschwitz
Mastered by Brad Boatright (AUDIOSIEGE)
Album art by Ionas von Zezschwitz & Pixie M. Finnie

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Beaver Slap Barrie, Ontario

Pixie - Vocals
Julie - Guitar
Natalie - Bass
Cailyn - Drums

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Track Name: Yellow Wallpaper
I don’t know why I should write this
I don’t want to and I don’t feel able
Your notions and potions
And lotions won’t cure me
I am going mad I must get free
Track Name: Frantic Fists
When I want to freak right out
Toss some fists and start to shout
It’s time to get in the pit
And work through all the shit.

Let the rage out.
Push and shove and stomp, my friends.
Turn around and smash again.
Let the rage out.
Rompin’ Stompin’ living end.
On this high I do depend.

I get bruises, In the pit!
Bloody noses, In the pit!

When I’m slamming in the pit
Please don’t try to grab my shit
I don’t want you groping me
You had better let me be.

Don’t be stupid.
Mind your fucking manners punk.
Don’t be that pathetic drunk.
Don’t be stupid.
No one wants your mangy dick.
Cocks like you just make me sick.

I give bruises, In the pit!
Bloody noses, In the pit!

When I want to freak right out
Toss some fists and start to shout
I don’t want you groping me
You had better let me be.

Fists are flying, beers are flowing
Everybody’s going down
Frantic fists all around, hit the ground.
Going brawling, going sprawling
Screaming into the sound

When my anger boils over
Blurry eyed and barely sober
I don’t need my patience tested
I don’t want to be molested.

Let your rage out.
Push and shove and stomp, my friends.
Turn around, get smashed again.
Don’t be stupid.
No one wants your mangy dick,
Cocks like you just make me sick.

I get bruises, in the pit!
Small concussions, in the pit!

So next time you’re throwing down,
Be a gent don’t be a clown.
Help a lady to her feet,
And please don’t pinch her sweater meat.
Track Name: Yippee-Ki-Yay!
Now listen up ‘cause I’ve got a tale to tell
Of a man that I fucked straight to hell

Yippee-ki-yay, Yippee-ki-yo
Go Dead Boy Go!

I choked out his death rattle
And I fucked him cold and dead
Then I branded him like cattle
As he gave some frosty head
I rode him hard and left him wet
One good fuck is all you get
Cause dead boys fall to pieces in the end

His dead eyes dark with wonder
As his booty, I did plunder

Yippee-ki-yay, Yippee-ki-yo
Go Dead Boy Go!

I choked out his death rattle
And I fucked him cold and dead
Then I branded him like cattle
As he gave some frosty head
I rode him hard and left him wet
One good fuck is all you get
Cause dead boys fall to pieces in the end

I left him in the trash
After stealing all his cash

Yippie-ki-yay, Yippie-ki-yo
Go Dead Boy Go!

I choked out his death rattle
And I fucked him cold and dead
Then I branded him like cattle
As he gave some frosty head
I rode him hard and left him wet
One good fuck is all you get
Cause dead boys fall to pieces in the end

I still think of him
While howling at the moon

Yippie-ki-yay, Yippie-ki-yo
Go Dead Boy Go!

I choked out his death rattle
And I fucked him cold and dead
Then I branded him like cattle
As he gave some frosty head
I rode him hard and left him wet
One good fuck is all you get
Cause dead boys fall to pieces in the end
Track Name: War Paint
Everything I do, I do in spite of you.
While I despise your eyes
I see through your disguise,
I see through your disguise.

My temper flies,
Joy fills your empty eyes.
The tension starts to rise,
Your shit attracts flies,
Your shit attracts flies.

So untouchable,
In your army of one.
Strength in numbers
The fun has just begun,
The fun has just begun.
Raise your voice
Your talk is just noise.
Chasing all the boys
Remember you’re still alone,
Remember you’re still alone.

Every day you fight
To remind us that you’re right.
You don’t have a say
We’ll do it our way,
We’ll do it our way.

Life gave you lemons
So you’re naturally bitter.
I see it on your face
It’s something to consider,
It’s something to consider.
Track Name: Choke
Time is getting tighter, like the belt around my throat
No love, just lies,I hate your eyes. So just shut up and smoke.
I'm too tired to fight today, the belt around my neck
Asphyxiate and masturbate to calm this nervous wreck.

Snuff out a mind that's racing.
Cum on the day I'm facing.
Roll over and play dead.
Won't stop the voices in my head.

Time goes in both directions, like the hands upon the clock
As we waste away the hours and we smoke instead of talk.
I'm keeping myself calm today 'cause I anticipate,
The orgasm I will have choking on this hate.
Track Name: Does this look infected?
I’ve got a wound that never heals
You wanna know just how it feels?
Itchy, stinging, oozing blood
And I’ve gotta ask you bud...

Hey! Does this look infected?
This wound that I’ve neglected
I think that it should be inspected
Hey baby, does this look infected?

C’mon buddy don’t be a bitch
Cause I need you to scratch this itch
Maybe give it a little lick
Tell me honey does it taste sick?
You might think this is a little lewd
The subject matter is a wee bit crude
C’mon buster don’t be a prude
Cause ya gotta tell me dude...

Does this look infected?
This wound that I’ve neglected
I think that it should be inspected
Hey Baby does this look infected?
Track Name: White Trash Slasher
I am the one you fear,
Whispering into your ear.
From the shadows where you sleep,
Into your bed I’ll creep.

Deep inside your silent room,
A razor blade will seal your doom.
Feel the hate in every cut,
and keep your mouth shut.

Lines snake like a map,
The cartographic snap.
These lands I cannot tame,
Whose rage I cannot name.

Blades sing a lullaby,
As parts of you fall off and die.
You can eat my shit,
Scumbag hypocrite.

I’ll forget your greed,
So beautiful as you bleed.
Hatred so ingrained.
Has driven me insane

Hate and love are in my grip,
The skin sighs as I rip.
Breath ebbs and blood flows,
Seductive pain burns and glows.
Track Name: Dirty Pie Fingers
You’ve got your fingers in too many pies
Yes, you’re the one that we’ve come to despise
Now after everyone has given you a try
You’re still alone and you don’t know why

You’re a bowling ball with the holes stretched out
And no one wants to play with you.
You’re a bowling ball with the holes stretched out
And no one knows when you’ll roll true.

Your dirty fingers are starting to stink.
Maybe it’s time that you started to think
About washing off your grubby mitts
Before expecting me to give two shits.

Your junk is like an old set of darts
Nobody wants to play with your dull parts
I know you’re never gonna hit the mark
Cause you’re too flaccid to make a spark.
Track Name: Kicking a Dead Horse
The carcass is rotten and flies
Have eaten both it’s eyes
You’ve beaten that horse dead
Why keep kicking it in the head?

Wanna ride me all over town
Fucking rodeo clown
Scratch me with your spurs
Well fuck you you’ll get yours!

Ya gotta kick that horse.
Yeah, fucking kick that horse.
Oh baby, kick that horse.
You love to kick that horse.

After our last battle
You still want in my saddle
Cleaned up your act
Purged digestive tract
This time you can’t ride
The dude does not abide
You are outta luck
Because I am gonna buck.

Ya gotta kick that horse.
Yeah, fucking kick that horse.
Oh baby, kick that horse.
You love to kick that horse.

The rodeo is closed
And this time you got hosed
We are an epic fail
So hit the dusty trail.
Track Name: Cannibal Love Song
It was love at first sight,
Oh babe, I’ll cook you up just right.
I’ve set the trap and laid the bait,
You’re a delicacy and I can’t wait.

Oh babe, I’m pleased to eat you
I just can’t wait to excrete you
Turning you from food to poo
Is all i really want to do.

I’ll make soup out of your feets
So I can munch upon their meats
I want to pluck out your eyes
and then nosh on your tender thighs

Oh babe I’m pleased to eat you
I just can’t wait to excrete you
Turning you from food to poo
Is all I really want to do

I’ll try to eat your tits
But that much fat gives me the shits
I’ll devour your rump roasted
And all your tender lips I’ve toasted

Oh babe, I’m pleased to eat you
I just can’t wait to excrete you
Turning you from food to poo
Is all I really want to do.

Oh babe, I’m pleased to eat you
I just can’t wait to excrete you
Turning you from food to poo
Is all I really want to do!