Let's Get Worse

by FAGGOT

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Alex This is so angsty I love it. Favorite track: It Gets Worse.
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Joseph Woolnough One of the best damn bands ever; their music's just the weirdest kind of perfect. Favorite track: Poof With a Dark Heart.
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Donald Hargraves Have never heard so much bile sung about so nonchalantly. Favorite track: Jon's a Pity.
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We originally recorded and released this album in 2012! But only on CD-R. Also we only got it mastered in 2014.

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released June 7, 2014

All songs by Len and Swithun

Recorded and mixed by Sherry Ostapovitch

Mastered by Mark Jasper at Sound Savers

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WE HOPE YOU GET A SOCIAL DISEASE.

2 QUEER BOYS SINGING SONGS YOUR FATHER WARNED YOU ABOUT.

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Track Name: It Gets Worse
This film is for you
I’ve been sent from the past
From the days you used to cry your eyes out
And sniff poppers in the bath
Now some dumb fuck’s gonna say
It gets better as you get older
They’re just saying that shit
To keep you quiet longer
They can’t be arsed to change things now so they say
"Wait until you’re rich
When you and your boyfriend can share tax evasion tips"
Breathe a sigh of relief and leave all the young queers to it
Send them a smug video tape saying
Relax kids I’ve been through it

But

It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse
From a boring fuck to the hearse

And your salary is over 40K
And you can bulldoze over anyone
Who stands in your way
And if you pretend you don’t have sex
Then you can marry
And you clever thing you’ve got a PhD
In self-congratulatory queer theory
And some day the queen’s gonna give you an MBE
And Ben Summerskill will have you over for tea oh yeah
It gets worse it gets worse
It gets so much so much worse now

But I know it can get better
'Cos I was told by Ke$ha
Even though on her video it looks like she
Stayed out too long the night before
David Cameron made one saying
Gays in the UK should have pride
Because we can legally commit genocide
And those two promising stage school boys
With their promising stage school careers
Whilst their former tormentors
Are in the woods all day now drinking beer
Well don’t get me wrong I want my
Persecutors to burn in hell
But I might end up all day in the woods now
Drinking beer as well

So

It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse
From a boring fuck to the hearse

So to all you smug-ass grown ups
Here’s my advice to you:
Don’t accept a world that you have to creep up to
Cos if babies marriage and military
Is all I’m gonna want
Then I might as well just top myself
And that defeats the point
Give me some hope for something
I might actually want
Not just a few kids clinging on and a few smug pricks
Who made it to the top
Because one day we’ll tear down all this shit together
But not while your aim is a promising business endeavor

So

It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse
From a boring fuck to the hearse

And your salary is over 40K
And you can bulldoze over anyone
Who stands in your way
And if you pretend you don’t have sex
Then you can marry
And you clever thing you’ve got a PhD
In self-congratulatory queer theory
And some day the queen’s gonna give you an MBE
And Ben Summerskill will have you over the back of his settee
And the BBC will present your life in HD
And Dan Savage will say your just like me oh
It gets worse it gets worse
It gets so much so much worse now
It gets worse it gets worse
It gets so much so much worse now
Track Name: Poof With a Dark Heart
It doesn’t matter how good you’ve been
You’re gonna die alone
But not until you’ve been let down
By everyone that you’ve known
It doesn’t matter if you say sorry
Or if you say nothing at all
Every episode in your life
Is headed for a fall
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Bollocks is pouring out of your mouth
But no one gives a fuck what you’ve gotta say
Ever since you moved down south

But it’s OK to hate yourself
Though it might not be good for your health
It’s the bitterest faggot
Who makes the best art
The morose trans and
The poof with the darkest heart

You tried satanic rituals
To defend yourself from attack
But you got it all wrong
And turned the only love who loved you back
Into a cow who was then slaughtered
Inside an abattoir
And everyone in his family knows that it was your fault
And the ALF knows where you are

You’ve always tried to be so careful
With everything that you said
Trying really hard not to offend either side
But now both sides want you dead
All the elephants in the room
Are about to explode in your head
If you actually believed in god and you knew
This was how it was gonna be
You’d have asked him to turn you into a duck instead
Track Name: Jon's a Pity
The man who tried to make me moisturise
to tighten up the skin around the eyes
it's been six weeks and I still smell of smoke
his brand of cigarette sticks in my throat

But there’s another hundred thousand faggots in this city
And you’re no longer one, jon, and that’s a pity

The day goes on, it gets from bad to worse
there isn't much to make a second verse
you're panicking to download HBO
so dim the lights and drink your wine alone

You spend your parents' money on shoes and taxis
trimming your fringe til you get the look
you said you loved to read but I never saw you finish a book
Track Name: Catholic
The Catholic in me says, "I don’t deserve to be happy"
Then she removes her fingers and she beats me black and blue
And she says, "Hold still," and that’s exactly what I do
Get down on my knees and I’m barking like a dog
Baptised in candle wax from my body she draws blood
And I’m falling to the floor and I’m breathing oh my God
And she pisses on my face and I feel like I’m in LOVE!

The Catholic in you says you don’t deserve to be happy
Then I remove my fingers and I beat you black and blue
And I start to rim your arse and the pain begins to soothe
A blade pressed to your belly and I start to tie you up
And you beg me for more and I tell you, "That’s your lot!
Cos a Catholic like you doesn’t deserve to be happy,
Oh alright, well maybe just temporarily"
Track Name: Bad Facebook Day
Don’t turn on the computer again
It’s not worth it my friend
You know your inbox is still empty
And Facebook will just make you angry
Find something better to do
Find someone to screw
Go shoplift some underwear or
Cultivate your facial hair

Cos you don’t need to look at that shit
All your ex-lovers so happy and fit
And everyone doing so much better than you
But don’t be fooled they’re all miserable too
You don’t need to spend all day
Stalking people you hate anyway
You didn’t get invited to that party at Michelle’s
But you only would have gone on a cold day in hell

Don’t turn on the computer again
It’s not worth it my friend
You know your inbox is still empty
And Facebook will just make you angry
There must be somewhere better to be
Than an online discussion about polyamory
Where everyone’s showing off about how right-on they are
And pretending to be doing just fine
Find something better to do
Make something new!
Go poke someone but for real
Cos electronic fingers cannot feel
Track Name: Free Mixtape
If we sleep together you get a free mixtape
Some people even get more than one free mixtape

If we sleep together then we could role-play rape
Some people even get to do that more than once

If we sleep together it won’t be a mistake
Cross my heart and hope to die it won’t be a mistake

If we sleep together I’ll tell you you were great
Even if you were really shit I’ll tell you you were great
Track Name: 3 Women
Do you remember that time when
I called to say I never wanted to see you again?
Of course you don’t remember cos it was 2am
You’d been sleeping with your phone off since half past ten

Do you remember when we hooked up at that party?
We fucked all night on the skipped settee
Of course you don’t remember cos I was so fucked up on E
I couldn’t tell the difference between you and your auntie

Do you remember New Year’s Eve in Berlin?
Fireworks lit up the streets and it was snowing
And we were so happy on the ground wrestling
Even though we almost died cos it was freezing
And we were so lucky hooking up with those queers
So we all had a sixsome to see in the new years
Well of course you don’t remember cos instead I threw up
Went home early and woke up next to your dog
Track Name: Social Disease
Nice manners and well spoken
the middle class raised me well
but if I'm damned as a godless faggot
at least I'm already in hell
At school they said to me
"Contribute to society,
make money and thrive"
But I'm not going to do it
now I've seen right through it
and the world doesn't need me alive

So I'm going to be a parasite
like ticks and fleas
and I'll suck the blood of the nation
I want to be a social disease
a social disease

It's nice we're legal
we're all so grateful
around in the left and the right
but we all move centre til the right gets hard
and the left gives it up every night
There's shows for cockless homos
you wouldn't miss -
decor, dancing, theatre, fashion
and we don't ever see them kiss

But if people were scared of us
we'd get the things we like
so fear for your children, fear for your wives
I hope they turn against you tonight
Track Name: The Human Centipede
Every day when I get up
I get the bus from the same stop
I walk along the same road
But yesterday as I walked home
I saw him stood there small and unsafe
I should have left him to his fate
I thought for once I’d do what was right
And now everyone’s making threats on my life

I was only trying to help the cat
I was only trying to protect him
I knew that road would do him in so i put him somewhere
No one would find him
Now everybody wants to hurt me
Now everyone wants to make me bleed
Now everybody’s out to get me
They’ll turn me into the human centipede

The police won’t protect me
The state won’t protect me
My friends all disowned me
I can’t find any fucking sanctuary
I have to lock myself away in my room
I sleep beside a big broom
So that if they ever come inside
I can fight to stay alive

Now everyone thinks the cat's a hero
On me they're turning all De Niro
I'm about as popular as Myra Hindley
And all the kids they want to kill me
I live in fear everyday
No one understands it won't go away
I hate the press, Youtube, Facebook
OK Cupid, Twitter, the internet
But most of all I hate that cat