Fuckboy Repellent EP

by Bull Dyke Slut Militia

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THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH!

The tracks on this album were the result of hard work, perseverance, and a ton of fun from Ro and Ev. However, this EP release was the result of good people and maybe a little luck (if you believe in that sort of thing). I, Rowyn, decided that some BIG thank-yous were in order. Since everyone loves lists, I'll make this a bit more digestible for you and easier for me. Aspergers rules. Thanks to:
-Nora Mandray (Award-winning documentary filmmaker and Nibbler's favorite director)
-Bobby (I am so sorry we didn't get your last name, but thanks for coming out to help us record this awesomeness)
-Aaron Saye and the folks at/space that is Seventh Circle Music Collective for providing us and other musicians with a space to make glorious noise/art
-Every fuckboy who said we couldn't
-Every "cool girl" who sneered at us when we said "YES WE FUCKING CAN"
-Our parents for raising us to always march to the beat of our own drummer(s)... even if they were drummers in noise bands.
-Lightning Bolt and other weirdly awesome bands, for showing us that it's more than okay to think outside the box
-Brian Chippendale (LB/Black Pus) for showing me that yes. I totally can sing and play drums and fuck gimmicks, the music does and will speak for itself.
-Dangers for teaching us that anger ain't a mood, "it's a goddamn way of life"
-Dumpsters, and anyone else who has looked past my weird crusty exterior and decided to feed a disabled veteran
-Atheist AA
-Anyone who comes to our shows, buys our music and merch, and supports their local scene
-Anyone else we spaced on, we're sorry, and we love you.
Thanks from the bottoms of our little black sniveling bleeding hearts.

~Ro

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released November 13, 2015

Recorded and mixed at Seventh Circle Music Collective in Denver, CO by Nora Mandray and Bobby. Mastered and produced by BDSM. Cover image credit to Amber, a.k.a. Balaclava Barbie.

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Track Name: Bebe, I'm a Manarchist
The boys will still hate me and you,
no matter what we ever do,
parka or your birthday suit,
platform heels or combat boots,

They'll still think you're PROPERTY
and that's the sick reality,

But "cool girl" knows just what to do,
cool girl knows better than you,
fuck your experience, she's got "friends"!
Watch her personality bend!

You're what's wrong with every scene
calling other girls "unclean",
say "every other girl's a SLUT,
look at me, I'm covered up!"

but cool girl says the boys are right,
she hangs with them EVERY night

Maybe if she talks enough,
the boys will think that she's real tough,
yeah, all the boys can't get enough!
...of all the girls they'll never fuck!

(You're so fucking cool)
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Track Name: Anchors A-Fuckin'-Weigh
You'll be their puppet, their sheep,
they're your shepherd, and if you "want",
they will steal away your soul, and desire,
until you're fucking numb,

too numb to have a mind of your own,
and where they send you will be your new home,
am I paranoid or is it true?
They all wanna destroy me and you.

You'll be their zombie and you'll do just what they tell you to,
and if you don't obey then it will be the death of you,
your arch nemesis becomes yourself,
always stuck inside a private Hell...

Could every injection,
be a mind abduction?
They don't care as long as,
the machine can function.
Thought police invading,
your mind,
slavery of an insidious kind.

You'll be their puppet, their sheep,
they're your shepherd, and if you "want",
they will steal away your soul, and desire,
until you're fucking numb,
Track Name: Game Brain
So much else to do and see but he don't care none,
he thinks that thing in his hand is a real live gun,
I keep tellin him and it's drivin me insane,
he only cares about the world that's inside his game.

Game Brain,
Drives me insane.
Game brain,
Drives me insane.

Stuck inside this world and I can't get him out,
I try to talk and he just turns the tv up loud
he uses every single lame excuse
I try to tell him but it's no use

Game Brain
Drive me insane
(repeat)

He's got carpal tunnel in his hand
but he still don't seem to understand
he'll lose his vision and his sex drive too
Pray that this never happens to you,

Game Brain,
Drives me insane.
Track Name: Buy Your Friends
Rich boy has a lot of things,
latest ipod, all the bling,
rich boy buys all of his friends,
his list of names, it never ends.

Fuck you, rich boy,
Just a boy toy,
and you rich girl,
she makes me hurl
(repeat)

Give them dollars with high hopes
they'll laugh at your stupid jokes,
buy them all the newest games,
they'll still think you're fucking lame!

Fuck you rich boy,
just a boy toy,
and your rich girl,
she makes me hurl,
Fuck your money,
and your "honey",
just a tool,
no one likes you!
Track Name: Pizza Smut
Do you really think this is worth your paycheck?
Okay sir, I'll get right on it
Just be forewarned, I don't get paid enough
To really give a fuck if this shit gets dropped
Drown in it, that grease and spit
Can you taste and smell me on it?
Unshowered, hateful, and underpaid
Neither of us should feel anything but shame
So don't you fucking dare complain!
Eat it and weep, for our future
Every worker dead, every pig neutered
I sure hope this is your last meal,
But I know, sure as hell, it's not the last one I'll sell
Track Name: Someday, I'll Get Off This Couch
Someday, I'll get off this couch, yeah,
I'll put down the beer,
I'll do all the greatest things, you'll,
wish that you were here.

Flinstones, Loony Tunes, Man Vs. Wild,
I know I'm an overgrown child,
Pizza, ice cream, potato chips,
off my friend's salary, it's easy to live

Every mornin' I smoke a joint,
could get a job but what's the point?
The dishes are just piling up,
I'd do em but I'm too fucked up!

Someday, I'll get off this couch, yeah,
I'll put down the beer,
I'll do all the greatest things, you'll,
wish that you were here.

I don't know why they can't see,
every day's so hard for me,
sometimes there's nothin' to watch,
so I,
sit around and scratch my crotch.

Someday, I'll get off this couch, yeah,
I'll put down the beer,
I'll do all the greatest things, you'll,
wish that you were here.