The Scuzzpunk Manifesto (ENCORE 1 in Zurich)

"All right, Zürich, enough of this fuckin' foreplay!" "Time to teach you... the Scuzzpunk Manifesto!" [Verse 1] Kicked in the door with a snarl like disease Laughed at your looks like a summer breeze You scrub your soul, I roll in mine— Greasepaint grin and turpentine I ain’t here for a clean escape I’m the reason your bleach won’t take You wear white gloves, I fuck with claws I piss my name on your faux pas. [Chorus] Throw your filth—I wear it proud! Scuzz don’t scrub, she screams out loud! I’m dripping joy and gasoline, A scuzzpunk saint—unclean, obscene! [Verse 2 ] You call it pox—I call it play You call it wrong—I call it great Of every rule that kept me small I break ‘em loud and fuck ‘em all No shame, no rinse, no tidy bow Just sludge and smoke and overflow I don’t erase—I amplify My dirt don’t wash, it multiplies [Pre-Breakdown] You want clean hands? Get outta the shit. You want salvation? I’ll spit-polish it. [Breakdown] BLEEGHH!! I puke up glitter and cough up glass Lick the stage and defile the past Fart through your sermon, piss on your class I bring the swarm that crawls up your ass! GRRRRAAGH!! Born from rot but raised by nuns Dancin’ on blisters, never outdone No gods, no shame, no straight-lined fate— Just filth and thunder at the gate [Chorus] Throw your filth—I wear it proud! Scuzz don’t scrub, she screams out loud! I’m dripping joy and gasoline, A scuzzpunk saint—unclean, obscene! [Bridge] WE DON’T SCRUB! No soap, no shame! WE DON’T FLINCH! We play in pain! WE DON’T HIDE! Let 'em choke on spit! WE DON’T BREAK! This is Scuzzpunk shit! [Verse] They gag in public, but dream me raw— Tongue in the filth, eyes wide in awe Their shame gets loud, but their beds get loudest Sweating out sins they said were the foulest I don’t chase—I draw you in With the scent of smoke and original sin You beg for clean, but your pulse says “stay” You ache for scuzz and the scuzzpunk way [Final Chorus] Throw your filth—I wear it proud! Scuzz don’t scrub, she screams out loud! I’m dripping joy and gasoline, A scuzzpunk saint—unclean, obscene! Laugh through fire, kiss decay— There’s no clean end and no clean getaway! Yi-haha haaa! "So with that all fuckin' said... let's do that fuckin' romance shit fuckin' right!"