(stage patter 6 and conclusion) lyrics

Club announcer's words are in boldface; GG's words are in regular text

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Yeah! Thanks for the mouthful of p*ss. I needed a mouthful of p*ss, and I got it. You know what I mean? It's very good. I like to have female p*ss, but I'll take whatever I can get, 'cuz p*ss is p*ss is p*ss. Hey, how many other people would you see up here drinking a guy's f*ckin' p*ss? Okay, I did it. What are you gonna do? I don't care, I'll drink your p*ss again.

Okay, we've got to tune up, 'cuz they're out of tune.

[indistinct shout from audience]

'Cuz it's a sc*mfuc tradition! All right. This is the longest set I've ever played in the last five yеars. I gotta tell ya, I don't know why we're still up hеre. Probably because I haven't sh*t yet. And it don't f*ckin' matter. I don't care. You can throw your... if you guys want to go in the bathroom and sh*t, and come up here and throw it, I don't care. I don't care if you throw p*ss in my face. What are you gonna do, right? What are you gonna do to me? The guy can't even hit the f*ckin' pole.

I mean, I've been covered with p*ss tonight. I've been covered with sc*m and sh*t and every f*ckin' thing. Who cares, right? Who gives a f*ck? What are you people gonna do? What do you want to do? What did you come [?] I came 'cuz I figured you people'd be stupid enough to pay the money to get in to see a f*ckin' as*h*le like me. That's all I came here for, was to rape some f*ckin' girls, and I don't give a f*ck. Do I care? I came here to buy some underwear. I've got one pair around my neck.

I could get... I guess I could get f*cked anytime I want in New Hampshire. So why did I come here? I don't even know. I wasn't gonna come, that's the thing. I didn't want to come. 'Cuz I figured you people were really gonna f*ckin' suck my f*ckin' di*k. And that's why I came, 'cuz I was hoping maybe you would.

The thing is, all the girls are standing in back, and everybody else. And I drink too much, 'cuz I like to drink. And I'd like another drink, actually. And I think I just found one.

But the thing is, we're not professional people here. We're not your f*ckin' everyday goddamn band that you come to see on a Sunday. Black Flag, Dead Kennedys. Who cares about those f*ckin' straight-edge c*cksuckers? Do you really care? 'Cuz the only way to go is f*ckin' sc*mf*ckin', c*cksuckin' rock and roll. The lowest life of f*ckin' rapists that you can be. And all you've got to do is hate n*ggers, hate spics, and hate everybody, and be a goddamn sc*mfuc.

f*ck everybody! I hate everybody. I don't care about a f*ckin' thing. I don't care about no other band. I don't care about a f*ckin' thing. What do you want? What do you like?

[indistinct shout from audience]

f*ck me? You want to f*ck me? Yeah, f*ckin' suck my f*ckin' di*k. Suck my ass. Want to suck my as*h*le? f*ckin' right here. Right here. Suck my as*h*le, buddy. Suck my as*h*le! Suck my as*h*le. You're a faggot.
All right, the cops are here. One of these is p*ss, I know. I like it, though.

All right, they just told me we're gonna stay on the stage, we're gonna stay [slurred, indistinct] Hey, everybody in here, you can all go home right now if you want. It's no big deal to me. We're gonna do the rest of our set, we're gonna [?]

[off mic, to someone backstage] Five minutes! No, no, we've got five minutes.

We've got five f*ckin' minutes.

[about a minute of tape hiss and indistinct conversation between GG and someone backstage]

All right, we gotta get off the f*ckin' stage, the guy said. So f*ck you. I hope you all get killed on the way home. And I don't give a f*ck about each and every one of you, so eat my as*h*le! You want more? f*ck you!

Okay, let's thank GG Allin for a great set!