Fuck Ya Ears, by Maximum Perversion

Fuck Ya Ears

by Maximum Perversion

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1.	Fuck Ya Ears 01:30	lyrics
Fuck off to a world of hate Death imitating art, youʼre a canvas on which we paint The seeds of corruption are lovingly sewn As in your ears our load is blown Deviant propagation... Maximum penetration... Fuck Your Ears! Perverted music for cunts drinking beers Ebolie and MaxPerv take their toll Your guts leaking out as your mind is dissolved Binaural grind invasion... Sickening degradation... Fuck Your Ears!
2.	Devastational Frost Of Rectumnal Winter 01:49	lyrics
Temporal deprivation... Anal devastation Governed by fashion, politics and class Your callous, cold environment In this life you play an arse... Thermal jocks watch you fall from your spot An anal ice age knocks you down from the top Cold wind blowing... Fear and loathing Rear end dying... Assets frozen solid Nordic freeze sets in to your cheeks Icy-cold shit served to you as treats You always say that youʼre cold Why donʼt you remove your head from your hole? ... Seasons in the crevice... Weather conditions, so unkind Stalactites in your behind Rectal death sets in like a frost You are freezing your arse off! Crack your buttocks with a hammer... When itʼs gone youʼll miss taking a dump
3.	Snowdropper 01:41	lyrics
Stop your grinninʼ and drop your linen Iʼve nicked your knickers And Iʼm cumming in them Fucked up fuck, high on speed Oozing spoof and grinding teeth Snow dropping rancid wad Jizzmopper... Blow my load I found your undies draw The guests will be delighted Thereʼs a party in your pants And everyoneʼs invited Pillaging your drawers Draining my sack I like starching bloomers Whack and ʻjac then put ʻem back... Yes, Iʼm sexy in your laundry Raging fats, from gussets to brim Filled with biological seed... The thought of your unmentionables Wrapped around my genitals Armed with my Viagra pills I will make my booty-call Fuck Iʼm randy, undergarments are handy To catch my man-glue (pump, pump, pump) This is the best party Iʼve been to! Iʼm such a loner Iʼm there only one here... Snowdropper, you dirty cunt
4.	Cookie (Eric Edgar Cooke) 02:44	lyrics
He might shoot you in the head His stolen car might run you down Fill your suburb full of dread Erratic M.O. makes policemen frown Eric Cooke; seven lives he took By hook or by crook, youʼre dead in his book Undressing inside, youʼre under his eyes You wonʼt even know it, when your life expires Then heʼll cavort about with your corpse His victims lay slumped; heʼs got police stumped Heʼs gonna have fun with cars, knives and guns Youʼd best lock your door in case “Cookie” comes Cooke would break in to your home And watch you getting into bed He will hide and have a wank Or maybe he might shoot you dead Eric calling in the night... Eric giving you a fright... Eric peeping in your room... Eric causing Perth much gloom... Eric moving all ʻround town... Eric shooting people down... Ericʼs dad had beat him real bad... There were reasons he was very mad E. Edgar Cooke - the murderous crook Heʼs the family guy who made people die Men and women of any age Could not escape his deadly rampage Such a good knack, for hiding his crimes This crime spree did last for considerable time Eric got caught!... The night-callerʼs blunder was hiding his gun Under a Geraldton wax, which somebody saw Police pounced on Cooke And his spree was cut short He pleaded guilty for some crimes Though two innocent men did jail time In 1964 Eric hung
5.	Grand Guignol Of Manufactured Hits 01:47	lyrics
Label giants molding talentless sluts Boys are grouped into quadrants of shit Clichéd beats carry sampled rock Formula wank; weʼre sick of it! Thereʼs got to be a better use For the popular singers of today Marketing rams them down our throats Letʼs hold an execution, we say... We got Boy-bands, Divas too Theyʼll be entertaining you In our theater, strap ʻem down Perversion surgeons go to town Rip open that denim vest Weʼre gonna mess inside that chest Operations done with class Vocorder jammed up their arse Puncture eyes, tongue and heart You wonʼt last long on our chart... (Obituaries read like smashed hits) Your cessation is sublime Slit me baby, one more time! Jon, make the first cut, no need to be careful Agonized cries sound like their last hit; painful... Jason, wrench shit while Andy hacks and splays Daniel, pull the teeth, weʼll sell them on eBay! Whatever, whenever We wonʼt stitch you back together You sing that fuckinʼ shit, you queer? Weʼll slit you ear-to-rear! Your stylist is in tears As we switch on our shears Pro-Tools engineered your sound We have tools to cut you down! Oops! I removed your brain And took out your heart You wonʼt sing again!
6.	De-bloused In The Cumatorium 01:07	lyrics
Ladies time to get in line Ready to get sprayed with slime Businessmen will make you dine On jism if you have the time Horny men are going to make You look like a wedding cake How much semen can you take? Bulldog eating mayonnaise... Japanese man with a cock in his hand Disgrace you with bukkake... Gang bang! One... Twice... Three times a lady Swimming in a sickly sea of dick gravy This milkshake bring all the boys to your yard Damn right, this jism is yours On assorted creams youʼre forced to gorge Foul white mess on your jaws Debloused and made into whores
7.	One Shot / One Kill 01:21	lyrics
Whoʼs that man in the white van? Can he kill you? Yes he can! Is this a game, is he insane? October 2, 2002 Canʼt see him but he sees you Shot in the head - first one dead More to follow... “Dear Policeman, I am God” Wrong place, right time Youʼve drawn my death card With my rifle I take aim No two victims are the same On park benches you will die Iʼm wanted by the FBI Media hysteria fuels the fire At gas pumps your life expires... Thirteen shot; ten were killed Before Muhammad and Malvo were billed Reported ʻwhite vanʼ wasnʼt real They drove a Caprice; whatʼs the deal? Still, a successful killing spree The two Johns and the AR-15 One shot, one kill was the goal Why they did it? No one knows
8.	Wizzardgrind (Can U Feel?) 02:40	lyrics
On blackened earth and bloodied soil With withered hands the wizard toils He stirs his cauldron full of oil Wiz nʼ magic are embroiled... Can u feel the wizard grind? Sunken chest and sunken eyes, skinny legs... Heʼs a wizzed-out mystic living in a cave Smoking lots of dope Heʼs been awake for days! Teeth like magic crystals Lips adorned with pap And should u get a whiff Breathʼs like coffee mixed with crap! Can u feel the wizard grind? Heʼs 17, but he looks 65 Skinny legs and hollow eyes, Beard of dreads attracting flies... Sucked in face! Hearing voices in his head Stop him getting in to bed Hold the scepter, wear the cape Insomnia; thereʼs no escape!

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Released as a split CD with EBOLIE in GRINDHEAD RECORDS 2007.

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released December 22, 2017

MAXIMUM PERVERSION:
JONNY - Fret fornicator & Deep-throat eructations
JACEY - Sexphallic carnage & Heavy-breather calls
DANNY - Goreskin beater & Auto-erotic battle cries
ANDY - Ballbag bass & Scatological fiend-screams

RECORDED & MIXED BY DANIEL MAJER AT FULLPOWER RECORDINGS.
ALL WORDS & MUSIC SPUNKED IN YOUR FACE BY MAXIMUM PERVERSION.
PRE-MOISTENED BY Dr. ALIEN SMITH AT BERGERK! STUDIOS.

THANKS TO: Adam Findlay, all of our friends & families, Bubsy & the Ebolie / Grindhead crew, Andreas Hilbert, Tony & Blood Duster, Rosco (R.I.P), Lewis Whitten (web-guy), Dysie & Soundworks, Taz & Grotesque, the radio stations & record shops who support us, all the bands we’ve done shows with or hung out with, & finally, to all the perverts who support us in any way - FUCK YA EARS!

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Maximum Perversion Perth, Australia

Jon Bassett: G-string Guitars
& Ruptured lower-intestine growls

Jason Chipchase: Gonad Guitars
& Deep-throat eructations

Daniel Majer: Nobby Doldrums
& Blistered, red-raw throat yells

Andrew Bassett: Brown Bass
& Psychopathic teen-screams ... more