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Rectum Raiders

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released March 3, 2017

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Rectum Raiders Nijmegen, Netherlands

Yes! They're called Rectum Raiders. These five young men seek to wreak havoc within the boundaries of what it means to be rock 'n' roll: a wild and dirty mixture of everything truly heavy, fast and hard, in which the over-the-top Dutch rockers blend 80s metal and modern rock with a devastating under-the-belt attitude; crazy, energetic and powerful! ... more

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Track Name: G.R.I.N.D.
I blew my load and I hit the road cuz I got somewhere to go,
I shaved the chest and I cleaned the rest, cuz I ain't gonna take it slow
I’ll eat the pie, ‘til I get you high, and my body’s ready to scream,
I’ll beat the fish and I’ll grant your wish, to fill my jazzhole up with cream

Put your fingertip inside
Get ready to…

Chorus
(GRIND!) Until your finger bleeds
(GRIND!) Until your mother weeps
(GRIND!) Until we dig too deep
It’s G.R.I.N.D. THE GRIND!

(GRIND!) Until the river flows
(GRIND!) Until you overdose
(GRIND!) Until your head explodes
It’s G.R.I.N.D. THE GRIND!

I’ll paint it black, then I raise the flag, cuz the world is on my side
I’m robbing banks till I get the spanks, and I bleached my starfish white
I like your looks when you clean my rugs. I’m the boy you want me to be
Come on sugar, won't you grind it up, g-g-grind it up with me

Put your finger deep inside!
Get ready to...

(Chorus)
Track Name: Foxx (I'm in Love)
I'm in love!

Don't like no bunny rabbits,
With their flashy attitude
I don't want designer pussies.
With their trimmed down looks
Oh, why won't you be satisfied
With what you've got?
You're telling me wrong from right
But you're obviously hot!

Chorus 1
Rubb my piggy
Make it sticky
(I’m in love with your Foxx)
Cage my birdy
Make it dirty
(I’m in love with your Foxx)

I’ve got to take the stage,
Before it all goes down
Like a monkey in a cage,
Conditioned like a clown
You talk about bestiality,
While you're eating your steak
Now that's ta reality,
That I just can't take

Chorus 2
Rubb my piggy
Make it sticky
(I’m in love with your Foxx)
Cage my birdy
Make it dirty
(I’m in love with your Foxx)
Feed your panda
Propaganda
(I’m in love with your Foxx)
Spread your eagle
It's illegal
(I’m in love with your Foxx)
Yes I’m in love
(Wow) I’m in love with your Foxx

Chorus 3
Yes! I’m in love with you!
(I’m in love with your Foxx!) x5

Your Foxx-y!
Track Name: On My Back
I found myself lying naked on the floor
Must have had some drinks, I can't remember anymore
The lights are out, and I'm feeling soaking wet
Don't know where I've been, but everything is black

Chorus
I want some answers
I want ‘em back, I want ‘em back
As I was lying
On my back, on back
You put-put-put-put-put-put me on
On my back, on my back
I know you want me
On my back, on my back

My hands were tied, I felt like a slave
Then someone whispered: let's misbehave
Yeah, caught in chains by a nymphomaniac
Shrug yourself and get ready for attack!

(Chorus)
Track Name: Black Ripper
So many problems in society
So many people in the world
Civilization has gone outta control
Number one Google hit is porn

Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! (x2)

Chorus 1
Black Ripper's gonna melt your face
Black Ripper rapes the human race
Black Ripper's gonna free your soul
Black Ripper God of Rock 'n' Roll

While CIA holds information back
There's people dying of AIDS and stuff
Conservatism slows down progress all the time
But WAIT --- The Christians too

Uncontrolled free market ruins family businesses
While CEOs fly private jets
And preachers raping little children all the time
While corporate bankers finance terrorists

Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! Go Black Ripper! (x2)

Chorus 2
Black Ripper's gonna melt your face
Black Ripper rapes the human race
Black Ripper's gonna wake you up
Black Ripper wants to fill your cup

Black Ripper's gonna save your live
Black Ripper goes down on your wife
Black Ripper's gonna free your soul
Black Ripper God of Rock and Roll
(Chorus)
Track Name: Sexistence
Hey you with your long blond hair
Hey you with your empty stare
Hey you with your Satan tattoo
So satisfied with what you do

Now you don't have a clue
And, it's time to face the truth
Hey you now don't pretend
That any of this makes any sense

Chorus 1
Hey Danish graveyard
Hey Nazi camp guard
People of Myanmar
You're all the same (x2)

Hey nauseous French guy
Hey leather bowtie
Cambodian hair dye
You're all the same (x2)

Hey you with your happy life
Hey you with your kids and wife
Hey you from the bourgeoisie
So afraid now to take the leap

Your world is no solution
And that’s the only conclusion
Hey you, please stop resisting
embrace the fear, and start sexisting

Chorus 2
Hey Danish graveyard
Hey Nazi camp guard
People of Myanmar
You're all the same (x2)

Hey Heavy Top Quark
Hey US ballpark
Hey Cedar Tree Bark
You're all the same (x8)

Chorus 3
Hey Danish graveyard
Hey Nazi camp guard
People of Myanmar
You're all the same (x8)
Track Name: Blue Balls Boogie
It's hard being a pretty boy like me
Once I met a girl in a bar in Tennessee
I asked her to come home, and she said yes
She wouldn't let me take of her dress

I’ve got it
Got the blue balls boogie

I like 'm girls, and they sure like me
But I can't get past base number three
That is why I keep on roaming them bars
And the pain is getting worse

Oh I’ve got it:
Got the blue balls boogie
I’ve got it
Yes, I’ve got blue balls

I am a soldier, a soldier of love
I feel the pain, I'm deserving of
I really really need to get laid
I think I have to emancipate

(Oh) I’ve got it
Got the blue balls boogie
Baby baby b-baby
My balls are blue (x2)

My mama said,
Don't worry boy
You'll find a girl and please her
Just as long as by the
End of the day
You’ll be good and won’t leave her

But if that don't work,
There's another way
To resolve your issue
That's right boy,
You can masturbate
Just use your hand and a tissue

Because I'm free (x16).
Track Name: Boulanger
Une baguette et deux croissants
That is all I really want
People ask me if I’m gay
I’m just at the boulanger

Boulanger (x4)

Un parfait et deux petit four
Je voudrais beaucoup d’amour
People ask me if I’m gay
But I’m just at the boulanger

Boulanger (x8)

Je veux vraiment
Cet autre croissant
La clé de ton coeur
Avec beaucoup de beurre

Voilà dans la brochure
L'écrite sur le mur
Tu es mon seul espoir
Ensemble dans l'abattoir

Boulanger (x4)
Track Name: Interlude: Deliverance
I wanna be your slice of bread.
You eat me up. Until I'm dead.
You cover me, with bits of cheese
If it’s not you, it must be me

I wanna be your piece of cake
You serve me out, on coffee break
Filled with cream, and marmalade
We will gently copulate
Track Name: Rocket Science
I don't wanna be a sex slave
Losing my faith with cum on my face
Call me stupid, call me brave
Take it away, take it away

You want a revolution?
With equal distribution?
Let's fuck the constitution!
There's no right in absolution!


Chorus
This ain't no rocket science
This is just what I see
This ain't no rocket science
And I'm no sex machine

This ain’t no rocket science
Today you're out of luck
This ain’t no rocket science
No I won't suck your…

Life will never be the same,
Losing my faith with cum on my face
I'm crawling like a wounded prey,
But I'm OK, I'm OK

Ride along the winds of change,
Call me weird, call me strange
It's driving me insane
Just like Wall Street stock exchange

(Chorus)

Rack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack (x8)
Track Name: Thus Spoke Mr. Rectum
Ladies and gentlemen
I’ve got something to say!

Some people think that cats are cool,
Some people think that I should go to school
Some people think they can drive a car,
And some people still like to look at the stars

Some little girls don’t like to get spanked,
Some little boys don’t like to get wanked
Some people don’t wanna listen to me,
Just when I’m ‘bout to give my love for free

Chorus
Some people don’t wanna listen to me (3x)
But hey!
We’re gonna make ‘em pay!

Some people don’t think that sex is for fun,
Some people don’t trade their money for cum
And some don’t like my hair collection,
And some don’t like my fair complexion

Some don’t like it when I touch their butt,
Or when I call them Jabba the Hutt
Some people still like planet Earth,
But they’ve been getting raped since their day of birth

(Chorus)
Track Name: Too Hard
First blood at the break of dawn,
Waiting for the light
The people have awoken
I hear their mothers cry

I’ll be the last thing you’ll ever see

Chorus
Too hard for the graveyard
Too hot for the underground
Too hard for the graveyard
They’ll never take me down.

Verse 2:
50,000 miles an hour
A thousand leagues under the sea
Satan gives me power
She will set me free

Demons of the future,
Knockin’ on your grave
The taste of flesh is calling,
Blood is what I crave

You’ll be the last thing you’ll ever be

(Chorus)

Too hard (x2)
Too hard for the graveyard
Too hot (x2)
Too hot for the underground
Track Name: Vaseline
Chorus
Vaseline
Vaseline
Rub it mean
Till I’m clean
Vaseline

Just put it on your lips,
I like it moisty when we're gonna kiss
I got a feeling I can no longer hide,
I need vaseline, cuz baby I feel dry

(Chorus)

Watch out! I'm slippery when I'm wet,
But when you slide, you won't have to regret
You're pumping up my testosterone,
And got me going now like Johnny Ramone
Hey! Ho! To another dimension,
I wanna feel your sexual tension
I got this feeling I can no longer hide,
I need vaseline, 'to get me through the night

(Chorus)

Lubrication of the masses,
We’ve got to take control
The Gramscian ruling classes
make us swallow this as whole!

Rub me up and set me free
ABC and one two three
Trying to get my PHD
So, come and drink some beers me
Come on, baby, make me slide
Justin Bieber is all right
In your headlights I can’t hide
Riding off into the night