(stage patter 2) lyrics

GG's words are in regular text, other band members in bold, a random guy in the audience who took the mic at one point in bold italics

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I'm the f*ckin' blood for you! Who took my f*ckin' glass? I want the f*ckin' glass. Where's the f*ckin' glass? No, I want that f*ckin' glass. Don't f*ckin' touch it, c*nt.

[audience members yelling out requests, including "I f*ck the Dead"]

Okay! No, we're not f*ckin' the dead. "Teacher's Pet!"

Come on, you f*ckers! Spit! Throw sh*t! Don't f*ckin' be a c*cksucker! Do it to me! C'mon, more!

That guy was [?]

Come on! Come on, you can do better than that. Come on, give me AIDS. Liberace!

Throw some glass, throw some bottles, all right? I don't give a f*ck, all right? So la-di-f*ckin'-da.

Wе're gonna stretch this out. It don't matter, I'vе lost all my teeth anyway.

We're gonna do it, man. We've got four songs to go, so don't worry about it. Just till that point, and then we'll do whatever we want.

I was never the teacher's pet!

Okay, we've got some sh*t here. We've got trouble with the bass player, so we're gonna keep this up. Okay, where's the guy that wants to get his di*k sucked? Where's the guy that wants to get his di*k sucked? Come on!
This guy, we're gonna see how big his di*k is. It looks like a stud, but I don't know. Bring him over here. Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll.

Well, f*ckin', [?]. Can he find it? Can he find it? We got it, man. We got it right here. It's almost as small as mine. Let's see what he's got. Urgh, let's see what he's got.

[?] do it, man. We gotta do it.

[audience members yelling out more requests]

"Kill the Children, Save the Food". We'll do it later, man. Next song.

I was never the teacher's pet!

I did it, right?

[audience member yells "f*ck you!"]

f*ck you! Keep this mic...

[audience member takes the mic from GG]

Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimme gimme gimme some head! I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed! Hey, girls, girls, now I want lip service! Yeah yeah yeah... [trails off]

"Gimme Some f*ckin' Head"? We might not even f*ckin' do it. So f*ck off.

[audience members yelling out more requests]
f*ck you, we'll do what we wanna do! We don't give a f*ck. We do what we wanna f*ckin' do, so f*ck you!

You want to see us, you f*ckin' bear with us. I want those underpants. Oh, yeah. Let me have 'em, baby.

I got your underpants, anyway. Filled with p*ss! Filled with p*ss. Ahh, yeah.

[audience member yells angrily]

Hey, f*ck you! f*ck you, f*ckface! We'll do it when we f*ckin' want to do it, all right? You can blow me if you want, but we'll f*ckin' do it when we want to f*ckin' do it.

[audience member yells out a request for "Needle Up My c*ck"]

"Needle Up My f*ckin' c*ck"?

[more yelling from random frustrated audience members]

We ain't got no bass, so you're gonna have to wait about five or ten f*ckin' minutes, if you want. In the meantime, we'll play games. What else are we gonna do, right?

We can either, uh... we can wait ten minutes for the bass, or we can just say f*ck it, and the show will be over. I've still got your money. So what do you want me to do? You want me to wait, or you want to say f*ck it and we've got your money? I don't give a f*ck one way or another.

That didn't hurt, pus*y. pus*y! I'll kick the sh*t out of you, motherf*cker. Oh, you say no? Come up here.

[yelling from the audience]

The cops are here! The FBI, the FPC, the motherf*ckin' convention! We only did one song!
[yelling from the audience]

We gotta wait for the f*ckin' bass player, f*ckhead.

[yelling from the audience]

Suck my f*ckin' as*h*le.

We could do it without the bass player. Who cares, right? It sounds like sh*t anyway. You want to hear it without the bass player? Do you give a f*ck? We can do it till he's ready. It don't matter if we f*ck up [?] anyway, right?

We got... we still got another f*ckin' hour. We only know 30 minutes' worth of sh*t, if we even know that. We don't even know sh*t.

[yelling from the audience]

We're doin' what we want to f*ckin' do, all right?

[yelling from the audience]

Okay, the guy says he wants five minutes. Can you... can you wait five f*ckin' minutes?

[audience members jeering loudly, yelling "No!"]

Well that's tough f*ckin' sh*t, cuz if you don't want to f*ckin' wait... f*ck you too, you f*ckin' mohawk f*ckin' queer. You've got to wait five minutes, 'cuz you know why? We ain't gonna play for five minutes.

[yelling from the audience]

f*ck me if you want to. Yeah, you f*cking c*nt. We're gonna f*ckin' play the whole set, all right? But we've got to wait five f*ckin' minutes, cuz the f*ckin' bass player's f*cked up, all right? His amp is f*cked up.

Don't... don't worry. We're gonna f*ck the dog. We're gonna do... what do you got... what do you all want... what did you come here for tonight? What did you come here for? What did you come here for? You want to hear sh*t. But you're gonna wait five f*ckin' minutes.

It don't matter, because, you know, I could stand up here all f*ckin' day.

[several band members come up to the mic]

...tell 'em we got till two o'clock. Yeah, we got till two o'clock in the morning to f*ckin' party. Till two in the f*ckin' morning, so shut the f*ck up.

Right.

Who took my f*ckin' bottle? You little f*ckers, you can't drink this sh*t, but I can. I know you can, you've bought me f*ckin' drinks all night. Here, f*cker.

Are there any underage children here that want to get laid? All you gotta do is buy me a drink and you can suck my di*k. We've got a song called "Ten Year Old f*ck". Is there anybody in here that's ten years old? No, I know you're not ten years old, you grew a f*ckin' beard. Ten years old. Little girls, c'mon, let's be real here. I wanna f*ck a little... the youngest girl.

Oh wow, that really hurt, man. You're tough.

Is she ten? C'mon. Seriously, c'mon. You wanna be... you wanna... c'mon. Are you ten? How old are you?

[audience member: "Fourteen, close enough."]

Fourteen?

[audience member shouting indistinctly]

You ain't f*ckin' 20. You can f*ck me, I'm giving you the opportunity.

What? I've got AIDS? How do you know? How do you know I've got AIDS? Just come up here. I won't f*ck you. I'll just suck on your pus*y a little bit.

[audience member shouting indistinctly]

I will do it. If you... okay, well, I'll come after you. I will.

[audience member shouting indistinctly]

What? Just come... just come up. Come on! Just come up. Let's see how much balls this b*tch has really got. Come on up. Just lay up here. Come on. Come on! We've got a girl right here, fourteen years old.

You can't even spit on me! Come up here and p*ss on me. Is that what you want to do? What do you want to do? Why did you come here?

He brought you? Well, you could be a part of the show if you want. And it won't be no show, because I will really do it.

[audience member shouting indistinctly]

Well, I don't know where the f*ck he is! What do you want me to do? [?] f*ckin' bass player? If I sh*t, I can't f*ckin' play!

If I sh*t in my hand, will one of you motherf*ckers eat it? If I take a sh*t in my hand...

We're workin' on it. We've been playing a lot of places around the country. But the only reason we're taking our time tonight is 'cause we know you people are p*ssed off about it, and we really don't give a f*ck. All right? I'm up here. I'm getting paid. I'm not taking a sh*t. I could take a sh*t right now and throw it at every one of you, and you'd be f*ckin' running for the f*ckin' exit door because you're a bunch of pussies!

I mean, I could, I could be... I could be... I could go back there right now, and I wouldn't even have to be out here. I could be back there waiting for the f*ckin' bass player. I don't give a f*ck. Do I give a f*ck?

[audience members shout loudly "No!"]

I don't give a f*ck. I don't give a f*ck if we stand here for the rest of the night and just shoot the f*ckin' sh*t!

[audible bass playing]

And here he is!

'Cause I don't give a f*ck!

[audience members shouting indistinctly]

Blood! Blood! Motherf*ckin' blood! Blood! I don't care. Because with me, right, it's not afterbirth, it's real blood. 'Cause I'm God. And I think you mother... all right, I'm done bullsh*ttin'. We're gonna play some music now! If you're gonna call it that...