Robert Brewer's Repugnant Infancy
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

[introduction: "Heinous Happenings in the Hatch / Lascivious Lack of Ballbag" by Morbid Bolton]

Daddy is sitting alone,
While Robert sleeps in his crib
The premonition keeps Dad awake
All he can do is sit and think

He can’t shake the vision
In his mind
The truth will soon be revealed
He knows its only a matter of time

Its only an infant,
How could this be true
How can it be so repugnant
“I know what I’ve got to do.”

So he went to the crib
Brewer was sleeping there
Dad was frozen by the sight he beheld
But then he heard Mom coming down the stairs

“Everything’s fine…go back upstairs…”

[solo: "The Mark of Murderous Anathema" by Morbid Bolton]

His mind cleared for a moment
He couldn’t believe what he had nearly done
And still the child lay there,
Brewer, his only…son?
The question loomed in his brain
Driven mad, he exclaimed: "Motherfucker!!"
Of Robert, he had to know: "Are You a Faggot?"

The baby began to cry,
Robert needs changing
Something strange caught Father’s eye
Inside the diaper, something isn’t right

“What the hell is that?!”

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Gonad Crush O'Brewer
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

Robert Brewer...I squeeze his nuts
Til they turn Purple, a color I love so much
Squeeze his nuts til they turn a wrong color
Squeeze his balls, crush his gonads, ooh...Robert Brewer

Robert Brewer is gay, so I crushed his balsacnuts
Robert Brewer is gay, so I crushed his balsacnuts
Robert Brewer is gay, so I crushed his balsacnuts
Robert Brewer is gay, so I crushed his balsacnuts

[solo: "The Pea-Sized Prize" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Gonadal Groundwork" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Tightening the Vice / Incipient Suppuration" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Striving for the Imperial Color" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Scrotal Epitaph" by Morbid Bolton]

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Onslaught of Estrogen / The Inception of Puberty
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

Growing taller, the beginning of the end
Feeling smaller, than other guys
He’s had the feeling that something’s not been right
Now time’s revealing the truth is in plain sight...

Oh but how can this be true?
Are lies everything that I believed, and now
What am I supposed to do?
Onset of puberty has got me feeling down

“I feel it growing...It just keeps going...
And there’s no knowing
What – It is...

Is it a unit? Is there more to it?
Could it be...
A – CLIT...

It stands erect now...It's not right somehow
It's sort of half down
What is it?!

Oh but how can this be true?
Are lies everything that I believed, and now
What am I supposed to do?
Onset of puberty has got me feeling down, so down

Robert grew, he turned into
What he never wanted to
Part clit, part man, forever damned
Deformed...Reborn

[solo: "Flagitious Flood of Female Features" by Morbid Bolton]

The key to his torment
The clit was lying dormant
Now face the horrible truth
The estrogen in you
Has gone to overload, soon will the boobs explode
Then every tongue will say – Robert Brewer’s gay!

But school is in the morning, Roberts got to live
Shoulda’ heed’ the warnin’, something’s gonna give

Oh but how can this be true?
All the things that I believed ‘til now were lies
So, what am I supposed to do?
Onset of puberty has opened up my eyes!

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Female Half-Erection O'Brewer
(Music & Lyrics - Morbid Bolton)

Special considerations for the likes of Brewer
He sprouted tits just to kill, kill, ooooohhh
Gay love pump intact, newfound brewer funbags
Robert was always a fickle half-man, his pecker always saluting half-mast

Robert Brewer with a pair of breasts
Robert Brewer still has a penis
Robert Brewer erection overload
Robert Brewer penile vein explode!

[solo: "The Not So Salubrious Emasculation" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "The Fiasco of Flopping Funbags" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Extravagant Explosion of the Coital Commodity" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "How Many More of These Must I Do" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "The Glorious Gratification of Bitch-Turned Bombast" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "To the Bewilderment of All " by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "Wait, There's More to This One" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Ok, It Was Just Panned to the Other Side, I Get It" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "...And Clitorus for All" by Morbid Bolton]

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Robert Brewer's Malignancy
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

We've been away for a while
But now we're back, and back in style
You've got to submit to this force,
Like a rocket seeking its course
No power to resist
the rectum punched with the fist

So don't weep for the past
And your unpunched virgin ass
'Cuz Brewer's got the power to go...
The power for taking it fast or slow
Giving him pleasure or pain
To an ass like that, it's all the same

[solo: "Punch It / Make a New Hole" by Morbid Bolton]

So give in when it's gonna explode
You've got to give in and let go, oh let go

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Fruitless Attempts at Inducing False Menses
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

[solo: "A Sinister Scheme of Some Significance" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "The Purchasing of Mad Scientist Looking Equipment" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Retreat Into The Clitcave (Basement)" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "A Span of Sedulous Solitude" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "A Battery of Enigmatic Experiments" by Tom Brokaw]

There's an urge that's building
Its hard to describe
It's so unfulfilling
Yeah, the feeling inside

He wants the menstruation
Oh he can't say why
All he gets is frustration
But he's got to try...try to menstruate

[solo: "Lab Rat Menstration / The First Success" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "A Furous Fervency for Finalizing Processes" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Time Out for Chinese Takeout Food" by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "A Final Failure to Furnish Half-Female Menstruation" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Dealing with It Poorly" by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "Destruction of the Clitcave" by Morbid Bolton]

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Sewing His Wild Oats
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

[solo: "Painting the Town Red" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "A Precarious Penisless Prance" by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "A Handsome Stranger in the Shadows" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Pooly Executed Pickup Lines at the Promenade" by Morbid Bolton]

"Well hey there, sailor...I say, how do you do?
I've been looking all night, I've been looking for you..."

"Now something's just not right," the sailor says to himself...
"Is this a lady before me?" Yeah, it's too hard to tell.

"I shouldn't have had so many beers...You're not lookin' too bad."

[solo: "Let's Go Back to My Place, Baby" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "Microwave Tacos and Beer" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Mexican Facial Hair" by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "The Disastrous Disrobing" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Tranny Surpise?" by Tom Brokaw]

[solo: "A Powerfully Proficient Pummeling of Prodigious Proportions" by Morbid Bolton]

[solo: "The Bitter Bereavement of a Bruised Body" by Alex Trebek]

[solo: "Sworn to Vengeance" by Morbid Bolton]

Sewing his wild oats
Yeah sewing his wild oats
He's sewing his wild oats
Robert's sewing his wild oats

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The Awesome Feeling of Having a Clitorus
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

You walked the straight and narrow
Or at least you tried, but you
You weren’t as straight as an arrow
Your life was a lie

Until now, and now everything is gonna be fine
Cuz you left all the pain and the past behind

Just had to let it come right on through, Robert Brewer!
The only way to live, know what you have to do

Its time to live the nightlife
You better step aside
Cuz Brewer’s comin’
And he’s running wild

Isn’t it awesome
To have a clit – Yes it is
You gotta be who you are
You got the half-formed tits

And now, its time to live, to move on
I want all that life can give
Its almost time to sing along

Brewer thinks its awesome to have a clit
Brewer’s sort of a man, but sort of a chick

Its time to live the nightlife
Really live it up
Ask him that question,
And he’ll tell you what

Brewer’s comin, he’s runnin’, he’s gunnin’
Lookin’ out for you
Got you standin’ at attention, half-erection
Its bout to break loose

Isn’t it awesome to have a clit?
To be a silly fag with half-formed tits
Wouldn’t you like to have to sit to piss
Isn’t it awesome to have a clit?

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Defecated Corpse Didn't Sell Out, We Evolved
(Music - Morbid Bolton; Lyrics - Count Gripsnatch)

What you sayin' you talkin' to me?
DefCo ain't never sellin' out you see
We learned to play, we learned to sing
We learned to write but that don't mean a thing

You think that we are not the same
That we have changed with the game
We've got new speed and power
But we still write songs in half an hour

You thought we broke up, but now we're back
So run and hide, its over jack
For you I mean, not for us
Cuz I just said we didn't break up

You say that we're not the same
And we say Robert Brewer's gay
See we're still saying the same old crap
So shut up already and lick my sac

So come off that trash you said
Admit that this makes you bang your head
We got at least average skills you see
Now go out and buy a DefCo CD

You think you know the name Of this heavy metal game?
We're the ultimate metal force...The name is Defecated Corpse!!!

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