Fast Fun Punk

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Featuring guest appearances by Qualcast Mutilator (Lawnmower Deth) & Staffi (Rumble Militia)

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released April 29, 2016

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SOCKS FOR COCKS Podolsk, Russia

Fun punk /crossover in the vein of The Toy Dolls, Abstuerzende Brieftauben, Lawnmower Deth!

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Track Name: Back to Rock’n’Lol
BACK TO ROCK’N’LOL (intro)
(Music written in 1999)

Feelin sad & feelin lonely
But you know there's one and only
Round the corner ol’ record shop

To that record shop you're runnin
Checkin out the shelves for summin’
That will rock ya until ya drop

Here it comes at ya like a jack-in-the-box
The new record by SOCKS FOR COCKS
Brand new record by SOCKS FOR COCKS
The new album by SOСKS FOR COCK…
S
Track Name: My Saytanic Friend feat. Lawnmower Deth Pete
MY SAYTANIC FRIEND
(2014)

So meet my pal his name is Mork
He likes screamin like a jerk
He likes screamin like a demon like he doesn’t give a fork

Black metal is the way
He's evil so to say
(but he's okay!)

He’s so dark and he’s so grim
It’s a it’s a it’s a sin
Diabolic alcoholic and so glad to worship Him

(BRIDGE)
Black metal is the goal
He loves the underworld
You bet he is the most satanic fella that you’ll ever know

(CHORUS)
In black as if he's mournin
He’s the most demonic dude
You’ll ever know

So Mork is squattin on the cross
Only satan is the boss
Every word he has recorded is perverted sick and gross

Black metal is the way
He's evil so they say

So while you're sittin in the club
Or you’re drinkin at the pub
Mork is doin somethin wicked like invokin belzebub

Black metal is the goal
He loves the underworld
You bet he is the most satanic fella that you’ll ever know

(CHORUS)

The fascinating witches who put the scintillating stitches
on the britches of the boys who put the powder on the noses
of the demons of the horrors of the court of king Satanicus
Mork is singin ‘bout!

(Qualcast Mutilator/LAWNMOWER DETH)
Mork certainly seems a particularly diabolical rogue!
Track Name: My Hair is longer than Thine
MY HAIR IS LONGER THAN THINE
(* written by Dima Rotten & Metal Mike in 1994)

Every time I walk the streets
I see your fuckin face
You always try to step on my feet
To break into my space

You try to be a metal guy
You wear a Slayer shirt
Tattoos are cool you gotta style
BUT YOUR HAIR IS SHORT

(CHORUS)
My HAIR is longer than thine
Your hair is shorter than mine
Until you fuckin die
It will be longer than thine

Got a spray from Amazon
Called “The Shaggy Dead”
The next day you woke up and saw
The bald skin on your head
Your friends are like:
“Hey, where's your hair?”
Headbangin got so tough
You'll grow your hair for a thousand years
But never get enough

(CHORUS)
Track Name: A Lifehack for a Wreck
A LIFEHACK FOR A WRECK
(2014)

You are never lyin never followin the blind
Never made to wait in line never late to live your life
If you're goin your own way

You are never cryin never tired to keep on tryin
Never kissin (your) ass goodbye never layin down and dyin
If you're hearin us today

(CHORUS)
Every time you know
You're feelin sad you're feelin low
Just grab this cd and press “play”
We're gonna play loud to ya
Till your problem's gone
And all your pain has passed away

You are never bitchin like yer wifey in the kitchen
Your good mood is never switchin and your eye is never twitchin
If you're goin your own way

You are never gruff and never scruffin over nuthin
Never chokin on her muffin never layin in a coffin
If you're hearin us today

(CHORUS)
Track Name: Surgeon's Bride loved Goregrind
SURGEON’S BRIDE LOVED GOREGRIND
(2007)

See the groom cadaver stinking in the night
Slaughter at the wedding makes you shiver with a fright
Reek of putrefaction from the best man's eye

Once a young prosector met a fine nurse at the morgue
Under her lab coat she wore a Carcass shirt to work
In the operating room their love grew strong

(CHORUS)
In a wedding dress
(she) served a funeral mass
She's a surgeon's bride
And she loves goregrind

Listening to so much Carcass finally took its toll
Terminal desires spreading far beyond control
The wedding palace turned into a funeral home

The prosector's heart she took away by violent force
Stuck the wedding ring into his rectum for divorce
The coroner was in stitches when he saw the corpse

(CHORUS)

Groom in grume and bride in bile
The best man is the worst - that corpse!
The maid of honor is defiled
By this Carcass-loving nurse

Grume for the groom and a blade for the bride
And the best is looking the worst – what a corpse!
And the matron of honor is wrecked and dishonored
by this Carcass-loving syco-bitch

(CHORUS)

When the pastor asked the newlyweds: “do you agree?”
This sadistic butcheress with a medical degree
stabbed him in a stomach for all to see
Bridal devastation like you’ve never seen before
Cranial infection brain is rotten to the core
The wedding palace turned into a place of gore

(CHORUS)
In a wedding dress
(she) served a funeral mass
She's a doctor’s bride
And she loves goregrind
Track Name: A Troll from Tirol
A TROLL FROM TIROL
(2014)

You say I'm kinda strange
But I am not deranged
I never met nobody with no better vocal range, ya know
But visitin Tirol
I met an evil troll
He goes like do-re-mi-fa sol

He raised a cloud o’ stench, ya know
He said “you've got to change, ya know
“If you don’t wanna die you must improve your vocal range”, he said,
“Because it's really small
Like James' on “Kill’Em All”
Or else I’m gonna eat your soul”

So anywhere I'm walkin
He's always trollin me
I always hear the monster go like "Yodel-lai-dee”
Yes anywhere I'm walkin
He's always trollin me
I always hear the monster goin
Goin goin goin goin
Goin goin goin goin LIKE
“Olololaidee lo-dee dee”

I couldn’t sleep or rest
He put me to the test
No matter what I tried I sounded like a queer at best
I took a singin course
I stretched my vocal chords
I even tried to stretch my balls…
SOO!!

But this was all in vain, ya know
My throat was full of pain, ya know
These freakin modulations caused destruction in my brain, ya know
But then one afternoon
I learned of Autotune
So now I'm yodelin like a loon

Still anywhere I'm walkin
Somebody's trollin me
I always hear somebody go like
“Yodel-lay-dee”
Yes anywhere I'm walkin
Somebody's trollin me
I always hear somebody yodel
Yodel yodel yodel yodel
Yodel yodel yodel yodel YO!
olololaidee lo-dee deee
Track Name: Office Sex has NO FX
OFFICE SEX HAS NO FX
(2014)

Let us tell ya somethin, Beer
Your music we all wanna hear
So why you chose to disappear
Nobody doesn’t know

Your job is standin on your way
No chance to live another day
Your TNT will blow away
Get ready for the blow

So
One-two-three…go!

(CHORUS)
Go back where u belong and show us how to write a hit
You're gonna lose your job but it was never worth a shit
We're gonna make you free again we're gonna make you see again
You're gonna be yourself again and not some yuppie shit

NOW LET us tell ya somethin, Beer
YOUR STUFF is what we wanna hear
SO WHY you chose to disappear
Nobody doesn’t know

YOUR JOB is standin on your way
NO CHANСE to live another day
YOUR TNT will blow away
Get ready for the blow

So
One-two-three…go!

(CHORUS)
Come back where u belong and show us how to write a hit
You're gonna lose your job but it was never worth a shit
We're gonna make you free again we're gonna make you see again
You're gonna be yourself again and not some office shit
Track Name: Horse-Major
HORSE-MAJOR

(* original music by Nikita Bogoslovsky,
first performed by Leonid Utesov in 1942,
fucked up by Dima Rotten in 2014)
Track Name: Thrashin’ Granma
THRASHIN’ GRANMA
(1989)

Neighbors' hate
(is all) over me
Sounds of death
comin from my wall
THRASH is all I need
Insulate you did not - your fault

(You’ve) come home at last
Want to rest
It’s been a hard day’s night
I'll have a blast
Merciless
Kiss your rest goodbye

(CHORUS)
Socks of war
gave me their force
You're gonna fall on your knees
in despair
Rapin your ears with the new
SOCKS FOR COCKS
Torturin you by the noise
for cuttin my hair

You may shout
Уou may curse
You may bang
(your) fists upon the wall
There’s no escape
Sonic rape
I have lost control

Loud!
Playin loud!
Pumpin up till I make you deaf
Hell is tonight!
Bang your head!
We will thrash till death

(CHORUS)
Track Name: Commercial Motherfucker feat. Rumble Militia
COMMERCIAL MOTHERFUCKER
(* written by Dima Rotten & Metal Mike in 1994)

Hey commercial motherfucker
Listen what I’m tryin to say
Oil’ n’ gas’ n’ tonza money
They don’t make ya look okay

(CHORUS)
Everythin for sale
Richer every day
But your foul ambitions we all see
NO BULLSHIT!
Moneymakin crud
We know what you are all about
Business fucked your brain
So listen here
Just don’t fuck with me

Hey commercial motherfucker
There's no place that we can play
Now we'll call RUMBLE MILITIA
And they will blow you away

Hey commercial motherfucker
There's no place that we can play
Now we'll call RUMBLE MILITIA
And they will * BLOW YOU AWAY *

(CHORUS)

* Hey commercial motherfucker
For how long are you gonna stay
Now you're being a politician
You ain’t shit we won’t obey *

(CHORUS)

* * Guest vocals by Staffi/RUMBLE MILITIA
Track Name: Dr. Seuss / Tongue You Lose
DR. SEUSS / TONGUE YOU LOSE

(* Original verse by Dr. Seuss, 1965,
chorus & coda lyrics by Dima Rotten, 2014)

Knox in box. Fox in socks
Knox on fox in socks in box
Socks on Knox and Knox in box
Fox in socks on box on Knox

Look, sir. Look, sir. Mr. Knox, sir
Let's do tricks with bricks and blocks, sir
Let's do tricks with chicks and clocks, sir

Here's a new trick, Mr. Knox.
Socks on chicks and chicks on fox
Fox on clocks on bricks and blocks
Bricks and blocks on Knox on box

Please, sir. I don't like this trick, sir
My tongue isn't quick or slick, sir
That's not easy, Mr. Fox, sir nooo

(CHORUS)
So what will you do in the ward of Dr. Seuss
He’s gonna get your tongue and make it verbally abused
So what will you do in the ward of Dr. Seuss
Begin the operation of linguistic molestation
There’s no way you’ll say this fast you’re gonna lose!

And when beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles
And the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles
They call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle
When a fox is in the bottle

Where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle
On a noodle-eating poodle this is what they call a tweetle
Beetle noodle poodle battled paddled muddled duddled fuddled
Oh my god the fuck did I just say?!?

(CHORUS)
Track Name: A Noodle for Udo
A NOODLE FOR UDO
(2014)

I am feelin blue
Donno what to do
Screamin & screamin & screamin because of you
You offended me
Broke my best cd
Killin & killin & killin my love for you

(CHORUS)
Will you ever understand
Herr Dirkschneider is your friend
He is not your trendy metalcore
Will you ever understand
Herr Dirkschneider is your friend
Lawdy dawdy ditto
Lawdy dawdy ditto
Ho!

(GRANPA UDO)
Princess of the dawn
Look what you have done
Kickin it kickin it kickin it to the ground
“Metal Heart” CD
It was signed by me
Think of it Think of it Think of it
Signed by ME/ HIM

(CHORUS)

(GRANPA UDO)
What can I do
Got my balls to the wall

You’re gonna pay for your mistake
Coz no more shit I'm gonna take
I'm sick of all the scenes you make
No metal heart you’ve got to break
So now it's time to say goodbye
You'll never see me anymore
Track Name: Tenor Terror
TENOR TERROR
(2014)

Clean operatic singin was my passion
My voice was ever beautiful and bright
When SOCKS FOR COCKS proposed cooperation
I never thought they’d make me sing punk shite

(CHORUS)
He is an opera sucker
Sings like a motherfucker
But since I’m in this band their gig is sold-out every night
He is an opera sucker
Sings like a motherfucker

Out of the dark into the light
Beware of tenor terror in the night

I used to dream of fame and think of glory
Of temptin women with my vocal might
But what I got instead it makes me sorry
To my career I now must say goodbye

(CHORUS)

So now it’s time
Prepare to dye
Beware of tenor terror in the night!