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Strapping Young Lad

Strapping Young Lad was a Canadian extreme metal band formed by Devin Townsend in Vancouver, British Columbia, in 1994. The band started as a one-man studio project; Townsend played most of the instruments on the 1995 debut album, Heavy as a Really Heavy Thing. By 1997, he had recruited permanent members; this line-up, which consisted of Townsend on vocals and guitar, Jed Simon on guitar, Byron Stroud on bass, and Gene Hoglan on drums, lasted until the band's dissolution. more »

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1995

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You pretentious fucking losers 
You've got nothing at all 
You've got your fingers in your asshole 
And your hand on the call 
And you talk such fucking horseshit 
That it's hard to believe 
That you almost make careers out of being naive 

You, you are a fucker 'cause you sold my guitar 
You, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars 
You, you are a fucker, 'cause you say such stupid shit 
I've got a better line in pocket lint 
That what you've done with it 

So if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend 
Then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending 
And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper? 
Why yes, I have become a fucking happy camper! 

I hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair 
I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere 
Because its use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl 
Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole 
I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right 
I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight 

I'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger ones 
Will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run 
I dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed 
In an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load 
So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper 
And yes, I will become a fucking happy camper! 

Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane 
Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again 
Where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick 
Your flaw will send, the shit you call your business 
To the place that is your end 
Stuck in the winter, cold and wet 
Your stupid friends have come and went 
And you're left behind with your idiot job 
And it's far from a prize, you fucking dink 
... you're a fucking dink... yeah! 
...how's this for punk? Dink! 
...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being 

... you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" want to-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, shit for brains. Shut the f*ck up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a fucking sheep!!! Now grow the hell up!!! 
...dink 

I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory 
And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story 
And this whole L.A. Rock thing 
That the malls are buying up 
It doesn't work, it doesn't work 
It's so inbred I might throw up... 

And now I'm put into the middle 
With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up 
Hearing, "hey, man, punk... Let's have more punk!" 
So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell 
That either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell 
So if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass 
And you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass 
Then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper 
I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper 

Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk 
The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work 
You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper... 
Well then, f*ck 
...I guess I am a fucking 
...happy 
...fucking 
...camper

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