This is not the beginning to this story, but rather the end of it. The population grew, the multitudes in despair and poverty. There was a barely concealed effort at genocide. Education was designed to create conformity and the air was seeded with a mind numbing virus to keep the people complacent. The halls. The halls of reproduction. Over half of the earth secretly sterilized. As the toxins in our food supply killed the older generation. The planned few had their babies. The goal was to reduce the earth’s population to one hundred million, and this would be the inheriting generation. Unfortunately the lack of regulation in the consolidated baby food and formula plant laced that generation’s food supply with an experimental industrial adhesive and the results were grotesquely lethal. The response was outrage and backlash. The resistance grew from a despairing political underclass to open revolt and even as billions died in the conflicts, the ruling class lost it’s grip on their plans. The survivors, largely unskilled and mostly sterile, numbered only in the low millions. In the empty ruins these people would roam, seeking each other out…

we’re gonna ruin about ten different people we’re gonna ruin about ten different people welcome to the company it really is great business two men fall and eight men suck and one to wash the dishes we’re gonna ruin about ten different people we’re gonna ruin about ten different people we’re gonna make a lot of dollars we’re gonna empty all a bunch of collars! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Blue collars! Yeah, yeah, yeah! White collars! Listen up you dead men, dead men with dead glazed eyes I want only 100 million elite standing when it's all over. And I'll break any man's bones that doesn't jump to polish up my knob. Biting down hard on my lip till it bleeds cause I'm feeling your pain, a mass execution in seven different countries each day. move out those seeds we got a planet to go through. our plans call for the second genesis after the chaos ends we will hit the kill switch and the things we fed the proletariat will die, we will then restore our earth, our members only paradise.

This is the new year this is the fate we fear this is brazen guns go blazin operation year the operation shards, brings down your house of cards everyone drop those damned black ops surrender human hearts I am heartbreak Nothing I take I am melt down I am fallen down you are my pain my song's refrain defying to explain nobody painless gains This is a withdrawal this is a cave in This is a spatter after shatter Sufi prayer call Everyone's dreamed here the house of god is here this is the all know how to pray ascension and enthrall I am heartbreak Nothing I take I am melt down I am fallen down you are my pain my song's refrain defying to explain nobody painless gains

don't be lazy don't be crazy don't believe everyithng you see on the echo chamber TV from insulated, outdated masqueraded axioms turn beating toms to drums of war like every time ever known before relying on your patriotism seeing through a corporate prism Predator politician In a poorly rendered face In a shabby dim potrayal of the wandering human race That has strayed too far from hope and meaning can't you tell this ship's careening off the edge of the earth? jingoism jingoism predetory patriotism

Stand up let's hear what Ivan has to say He's grooming the bridegroom for Martian takeover they say Thousands of people forsaking the till and plow the martins are coming mass hysteria runs things now A treadmill in panic synced up to the LSD strobe This isn't a rave now cause Ivan runs this show-ow-ow owow All my friends who moved to California were perceived as Martians and murdered. we could have been naked we could have been laughing not herded and all of my powers were given to showers of comets this is the night of the rise of a doctor called vomit All my friends who moved to California were perceived as Martians and murdered. His speeches were fiery eloquent not rude and blurted a savior a raver a hero a star really on it before we all die hear the songs of the Shitheads and Vomit

(announcer: Alright you proles! Are you ready to seize the means of Rock and Roll? Alright then! Presenting: Doc Vomit and the Shithead Gang!) There’s gotta be a better way To save our footfalls from pride We can’t sell out for anything Time to stand up cause there’s no more We can hide There’s got to be better world We all work up our venom and froth better learn to love and listen We’re all woven from the same human cloth And these are the last days of Doc Vomit and the Shithead gang on earth Yeah there are the last days of Doc Vomit and the Shithead gang on earth How can you care about peace as your greed sews the seeds for world hate If you push your new world order I’ll plan to check you with world federated states How can you rage about freedom When you never give your citizens a choice I’m done with all the power brokers And I’ll fight until world justice has a voice And these are the last days of Doc Vomit and the Shithead gang on earth Yeah there are the last days of Doc Vomit and the Shithead gang on earth oo cat calls! you gonna kill this cat? hoo scratch your eyes! get em up, get em up yeah! It's time to take it back! Revolution!

Nice car kid. A classic car! I thought so. Self reliant, resourceful. You like classic cars because they can operate under battlefield conditions. Don’t be scared, there’s a reason you were brought here. There’s a reason for your weakness, your respiratory problems, your comfort zone in the thin cold air of high mountains. People, oh they’re getting ugly and open to outlandish ideas. Not the details, of course, but they know you aren’t fully human. Bioforming and terraforming, we called it the “Bride of Mars” project. How’d you like to go to mars, kid? – am, am I an android? Sort of. When we get there you’ll adapt quickly. You may be able to survive for hours at a time on the surface. A few generations down there will be a happy medium between bioforming and terraforming and your great grandchildren will be martians, not a mere engineer, such as myself, who has been there and begun the work. --why? Well, as you’ve probably guessed, there’s a… population control and eugenics program going on… but we know we won’t be able to kill every undesirable. Firstly, we need to know if we can colonize nearby planets, and secondly, we want to take any stray undesirables and send them to you, to put them under your control on a planet where escape means death. – I can’t escape… You can escape but you can’t be free. We removed free will from your kind… not that there are many of you left. As I said, even these hicks up here around Tahoe have been getting wise to you… look at this headline “Paranoids shoot Martians in the sierra Nevadas” that’s you, Chris, and you’re the last one to go uncollected, one of the last ones left, in fact. Our breeding pool is small, admittedly, and the project is subject to termination at a moment’s notice, but if you’ll get in your car and drive me, there’s a peak on the way to Westville where my spacecraft is waiting. You can’t, you know, turn me down.

Chris, I’m from Mars I won’t hurt you Start your car You’re the only survivor You’re the only one left Let’s see if we can make it look like you were having fits… Oh, I’m sorry. That’s the termination signal. Let’s see what garbage this android’s been listening to… Are you gonna be my bride or are you just gonna be the other end of my orgasm

showers all his lovin and his money on us he is one of us mr. poison loves to give a blowjob every now and then but I told you he's just like one of us mr. poison Mr. poison ain't a screwball his human being head is rotting poo balls doo doo balls wall to wall he's shithead like us he's a shit head like us and his money is what he wants he'll shower you with riches if you ain't a cunt earth keeps on turning everything's burning but he'll see you in hell and tuck you in bed moves that pelvis just like elvis want we wants to grunt give your cherries up to mr. poison we his loyal sell outs sucking poison butts eating his doo doo and is dookie with us let's all eat his dookie like us No sell outs! no sells outs! Keep singing no sell outs while he's leaving the club! oh wait You're so beautiful I got to get a photo of you...

Cancer's using her up and the sickness inside | from the years of abuse | is a void in her hard cold eyes Smoking and drinking | and haunted like a recluse | its all written in her face | and those deep weary lines She's been dragged down life's road | so long that she looks | ten times her real age | and those dry lips are bitter She's locked me in a cage | she's filled me with rage | and page after page of my own soul | to her are just litter (Sometimes) when my head's not right and I just wanna cry ugly shoulders I need , need that dark embrace (Sometimes) I need someone who's tough when the road is too rough and just want to die, hold me leatherface (Sometimes) I can't carry the weight I need someone to hate, and it's getting too late, I can't quit her. (Sometimes) when my head's not right and I just wanna cry there is nothing more sweet, than bitter My love's isn't properly placed I'm so trapped by Leatherface Every where I go with the psycho | she's got to make a scene | it's like falling hopelessly in love | with Jame Gumb or Ed Gein I gnawed off my own leg | to get out of her trap | yet I keep crawling back | she's obscene and a danger like Ed Gein She's been dragged down life's road | so long that she looks | ten times her real age | and those dry lips are bitter She's locked me in a cage | she's filled me with rage | and page after page of my own soul | to her are just litter (Sometimes) when my head's not right and I just wanna cry ugly shoulders I need , need that dark embrace (Sometimes) I need someone who's tough when the road is too rough and just want to die, hold me leatherface (Sometimes) I can't carry the weight I need someone to hate, and it's getting too late, I can't quit her. (Sometimes) when my head's not right and I just wanna cry there is nothing more sweet, than bitter My love's isn't properly placed I'm so trapped by Leatherface My heart wants to race run away from leatherface

Why are there ghettoes in the USA? When you call the police blue Nobody understands who Cause these times are far removed From civil service blue Get back gestapo black You're such a tool you're such a hack Working hard for your burger fix Junk food and other shit Keep killing to get paid This is a god damned siren raid Bullet prooof shields and gas grenades Stone expression when I'm throwing shade Blockading Camp attack attack! This is your thrill attack! attack! You'll never stop, attack the cops! attack the cops! Showdown gestapo black We face each other stack to stack Don't give a hoot or damn or shit You cannot justify this hit So sound the muster bring the war What Molitovs were invented for Get back gestapo black Your Dresden doll a fetish cracked! Blockading Camp attack attack! This is your thrill attack! attack! You'll never stop, attack the cops! attack the cops! This machine kills fascists Should all the world arise against me, it shall never be taken from me It is a weapon to fight with forever and ever And with it I shall always be victorious It is a sword that shall never be dull And a quiver that shall always be full

Welcome to the Bayou Bar, the God damned most misplaced venue in world history And appearing for the last time ever, wanted for sedition, Doc Vomit and the Shithead gang. Buy plenty of tee shirts, folks! Ace Au'kau'oo played a mean guitar He dosed the people everywhere with LSD They shot him they cuffed him They fucked his world But he's here and now he's gotta flee Homonculus der Fuhrer was just a pick up musician But she couldn't help but stay a shit head lifer They call her one of history's most evil terrorists She tampered with the government's biosphere Terry Heartout isn't here tonight These assholes used a fucking drum machine He's off with mary's rolling army Bible in one hand Went looking for a valley far and green And I'm a guy they used to just call Donnie It's true I have a medical degree Dr. Holly decided to become doc vomit It's over now the law is after me

oooo A shadow takes over his future Desperation takes over his life And all that is left in his hand Is hunger he wipes in his eyes And all that he draws with his fingers Is paint by the numbers suicide... Doc Vomit said he used to play in a band Each member was killed by assassins Made fans Who'd infiltrate starlight and moonlight if paid Enough money to turn towns to sand Dance Dance Remember the shitheads gang You didn't have to take away my band!

Lonely lonely lonely empty as can be No life no life no life Nothing here left for me Ruin after ruin empty echo chamber badly sounds I strap guitar upon my back and I ask Rosewood can you sing this round I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad... I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad... Inlaid opel rosewood gold and silver woven strings her heart is lebanease cedar into the wasteland she is all I bring no ear drums here to shatter no voice to join our sound I sling her there across my back walk away and the song resounds I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad... I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad... the last time I had company the voice said kill him he cannot understand anything the last time someone tried stealing her there was blood on my hands and so much betrayal to bring the last time I sang in a band I felt like a martyr or a king I wish her voice had taught me then those with nothing to lose can do anything I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad... I know you feel so sad, so sad, so sad...

man: Do you see them? They are spread out below us in a green valley as my dream foretold. woman: Lord, my Husband, good Lord Heartout, I said they would be gathered to you. I told you in the old days, in the wars, when you set aside your drums ... man: When I forsook those shadowed devils who called themselves the shithead gang. You came to me, good lady my wife and blotted out the name Terry Heartout, and anointed by bosom with god's name he chose for me... woman: Holder Heartout, the lord! You see now, you are the lord. There are the hundreds beneath you waiting. Our church shall unite mankind and more and more shall come together, and the Lord God shall return into our grasp the seed to make children with. The whole world anew. man: the whole world anew. woman: (coughs) go among them, let me rest here, for the cancer has stricken me with pains. man: I shall go down to them and by their faith, I shall call upon our lord to bring you healing. And by this miracle shall we renew our world This holder heartout wanderer's become some kind of holy man His friends have been imprisoned by the law He's filled with light and power and he throbs with holy spirit A power all did recognize and saw. Rise from the dead! Brothers! Look at you! You at my church you have built! We are nigh close to one thousand strong since my beloved Mary passed from our fold. Our fields cry out the blessing that I the Lord have sent you. Do you not cheer as I walk to see your labors yield the bounties we all so dearly share? Have I not brought forth the spider lotus that brings sweet repose and dreams, and the silver root that fills you with the strength of the young and fearless? My wives stand before you in their youth, all gifts you have given your lord, but now I say unto ye my creatures, bring unto me the girl children as wives so that our world shall flower with the fullness of days none can remember. I take unto myself for wives all who are six years and older. Thus shall you keep this covenant with your lord! This Terry Heartout holy man's become a megalomaniac He's still demanding more and more and more His followers are heedless as they foist him up a godling His lust and passion rises to the fore Stay as the dead, brothers! Stay as the dead, Brothers! I can not speak to you again. For three years we have lived in winter, the last of mankind. the chill of death covers the earth and I despair at how horrible this endless night shall surely be. I am god, and yet I wither with illness and die. Come ye to me and open your veins, let me drink now of thy blood. This world over we saught each other, but now that you behold your god you know that I am God and I and the devil are one. I seeks some scripture to sharer as you among my children open your veins. I order my appointed apostles to open your veins. Seal the exists, cut their veins, cut them to death, brothers! cut them to death! There shall never be life upon this earth again, nor and angel as fair as my Mary, a god more glorious than eye. sacrifice yourselves and we shall rush forth to my heaven. cut them to death, brother. This tear your heart out creature has become a wandering husk His followers a wayward weary race Like ghosts and robots shambling they cling to flesh that shivers Too many years have torn lord terry's face Cut him to death, brother!

wreckin ball come through her mirror celebrity fallen this is clearer hate our masters turn to fighting count from now to 2090 count from now to 2190 count from now to 2290 count from now to 2390 countdown to the final bringdown gunshot shrapnel gory bloody sail away on secret cutty now torpedoes bring the dying count from now to 2090 count from now to 2190 count from now to 2290 count from now to 2390 countdown to the final bringdown All my life always knew there wouldn't come and end To this world, just to the people... Me and you will stand together We shall stand together when everything is gone... Wait... wait a minute wait... where are you? Where are you? I'm standing here at the final bringdown... because I'm all alone...

I took you to another world One that looks too much like ours I been looking at the future And we're destined to become another mars Maybe there's more we can do Don't say we got to leave it all to fate If the world gets taken by the powerful We must give the world a democratic state And these are the last days of doc vomit and the shithead gang on earth these are the last days of doc vomit and the shithead gang on earth There's a funny thing about song It's the universe calling for change It can swell into a vibration No person ever dreamed they could arrange There's a funny thing about art it's creation spiting it's face But it turns out to be deep within If we open up to never ending grace I know you feel so sad