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1.	Shit Head 01:56	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Shit Head. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.) Call me a shit head, All of my life; Call me a shit head, For what I think is right; Call me a shit head, For denying your code; Call me a shit head, For flushing your load. Try to tell me how to get by, Try to change me 'cause I'm a thorn in your eye; Put me down to cut off my sack, Don't understand why I lash back. Feed me reasons until I turn blue, Can't accept that I'll never be you. Call me a shit head, All of my life; Call me a shit head, For what I think is right. My aggression is what you fear, Mind oppression is what you hold dear; Think you've won by fooling the weak, Shit yourself 'cause the strong will speak. Think I'm gonna sit here and take it? You're fucking wrong 'cause I'm gonna bring you down! You try to limit what I can be; Deny my freedom so I can't see, That you're fucking with my life; But still I know that you're not right. But still I know that you're not right; Labeled a shit head all of my life! Cut me down, You think I'll drown; But I'll strike back, Matching pound for pound. Call me names, Lay your blames; Don't think I'm gonna Quit this game. Feed me your lies, I'm gonna rise; Shit head is My war cry. Let me do what I think is right; Until you do, I'll put up a fight!
2.	Prozac Bomb 03:31	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Prozac Bomb. (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Steve F.) Yeaaah! As the hands on the clock bend to my wishes; My eyes on the road, my dog with his bitches. Queen is out shopping, buying boxes and cans; King is out working with a gun in his hand, yeah. Power-packed laxative, Montezuma's Revenge; The last roll of paper has come to its end. Jumper over the border, shook hands with The Man; Hydraulics and steel cleansing the land, yeah. Dropping the Prozac Bomb! Smoked up with the Fetus, got drunk with the Heff; Pablo Diablo kicking ass on the bass. Razor-sharp creases, the steel is infernal; Anal-retention, the New Call to Order. Dropping the Prozac Bomb! Rubber to the asphalt, Angel of Produce; Messenger of Doubt, Driving to seduce. Hell yeaaah! Smacked all the Herbs, got down in the pit; Ask me to Tango, I'll tell you to sit. To hell with baseball, fuck apple pie; Made Uncle Sam break down and cry. To hell with baseball, fuck apple pie; Made Uncle Sam break down and cry! Dropping the Prozac Bomb!
3.	Strong Gag Reflex 03:11	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Strong Gag Reflex. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.) Hatred, flashing images; Uncontrollable urges. Suffering in this world; Snapping, I'm about to hurl. Anger filling me, Erasing my dreams. Collapsing self-image; Confusion, see my rage. Your image of me, Not what I can be. Leave me alone; My eyes are stone. What you say, I ignore anyway. You are killing me, By trying to help. I've heard enough, Your words leave welts. I am my own; You, I disown. Reaching my apex, Strong Gag Reflex.
4.	(I Will Survive) Just To Hate You 02:47	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: (I Will Survive) Just To Hate You. (Lyrics & Music: Steve F.) Get out of my way, Get out of my way, Get out of my face; I don’t need you! Get out of my way, Get out of my way, Get out of my face; I don’t need you! Leave me alone; Leave me alone; Go the fuck home; I don’t want you! Leave me alone; Leave me alone; Go the fuck home; I don’t want you! I will survive; I will survive; I will survive, just to hate you! I will survive; I will survive; I will survive, just to hate you! Go… Home… You… Bitch! You’ve got nothing better to do, Than bust my balls and drain them, too. There’s nothing you do that takes the pain away; I’m gonna hate you more with every word you say! Well, you’ve got nothing much to say; Scream the same shit every day. You’ve just gotta do it in a different way; And I still won’t listen to a word you say! Go… Home… You… Bitch!
5.	Migraine 02:23	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Migraine. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Steve F.) The media, spreading like a virus; Desensitized, there is nothing left inside us. Unapproachable, I am the scatterbrain; Try to find a meaning, but labeled as insane. Unfaithful to my own convictions; Leading my life to fit your depiction. Migraine, my brain Is covered in bloodstains. The media, spreading like a virus; Desensitized to all that’s around us. Control of my mind, and what I should be; Burn my soul for just being me. Lonely, I search for affection; But all I find is fucking rejection. Migraine, my brain; Migraine, my brain Is covered in bloodstains. The media, spreading like a virus; Desensitized, there is nothing left inside us. Unapproachable, I am the scatterbrain; Try to find a meaning, but labeled as insane. Unfaithful to my own convictions; Leading my life to fit your depiction. Migraine, my brain; Migraine, my brain Is covered in bloodstains.
6.	Tortured 03:01	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Tortured. (Lyrics: Steve F. / Music: Jeff D.) Ten thousand bees sting me in the eyes, Razor blades scrape my burning flesh; Sewer rats bite the back of my neck, But nothing hurts more than looking at you. Electric shocks fry my melting brain; (Tortured!) Iron spikes stab through my hands; (Tortured!) Insects crawl and die in me; (Tortured!) Rip my spine from my deformed back; (Tortured!) Is there anyone that can save me? Can’t sleep, can’t think; my tears hurt me. Is there anyone that can save me? Holy Jesus, can you cleanse me? Can you feel the pain? Can’t you feel the pain? You don’t know the pain! No one knows the pain! Can you feel the pain? Can’t you feel the pain? You don’t know the pain! No one knows the pain! Tortured!
7.	Nothing But Weak 01:39	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Nothing But Weak. (Lyrics & Music: Steve F.) Your last breath is leaving you, Now there’s nothing I can do; But kill the one who just killed you. I want revenge! Overcome with endless hate, Grows with every step I take; I need some fucking bones to break. You will not live! Time to make you bleed, Satisfy my need! The smell of fear is on your path, You’re the victim of my wrath; The only blood in this bloodbath, Will flow from you! Now I’ve got you in my sight, Don’t bother putting up a fight; You’ll be the one who dies tonight, Motherfucker! Time to make you bleed, Satisfy my need; I will make you see, You’re nothing but weak! Take a look inside of me, See the things you’ll never see; Forever, you will always be, Nothing but weak! Take a look inside of me, See the things you’ll never see; Forever, you will always be, Nothing but weak! Time to make you bleed, Satisfy my need; I will make you see, You’re nothing but weak!
8.	Quan's Kitchen 05:00	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Quan’s Kitchen. (Lyrics: Tom P. / Music: Tom P, Steve F, Paul C.) Disorder, Chaos, Confusion, Rot; Deformity, Depravity, Evil, Sloth. Bleed, Purge, Suffer, Die; Cheat, Deceive, Hoax, Lie. Murder, Destroy, Slay, Flat-Line; Sinners, Preachers, Grace, Divine. Choke, Gag, Suffocate, Breathe; Rage, Lust, Hunger, Greed. Welcome to my kitchen, A recipe for the deranged; I’m the Main Corpse, ‘Cause I’m insane. I’m Quan! Disorder, Chaos, Confusion, Rot; Deformity, Depravity, Evil, Sloth. Bleed, Purge, Suffer, Die; Cheat, Deceive, Hoax, Lie. Murder, Destroy, Slay, Flat-Line; Sinners, Preachers, Grace, Divine. Choke, Gag, Suffocate, Breathe; Rage, Lust, Hunger, Greed. Welcome to my kitchen, A buffet for the deranged; I’m the Main Corpse, ‘Cause I’m insane. I’m Quan! Now I’ve entered your veins, Confused your tiny brain. Your thoughts have become mine; They will waste with time. Can’t purge yourself of me; I’ve become one with Thee. My ideas are infused in your brain; I gave you my gift of pain. You’ll suffer and be strong; Your time will come before long. I’ve placed my seed in you; You’re next on this menu!
9.	Deadbolt 00:16	lyrics	buy track
Feces Pieces: Deadbolt. (Lyrics: Chris D. / Music: Paul C, Jeff D, Steve F.) Deadbolt!!!

about

This is the band's first official studio album, released in September 1997 on Curve Of The Earth Records.

credits

released September 27, 1997

Recorded & Mixed In December 1996 & January 1997 At New Alliance Audio, Boston MA, By Andrew Schneider & Mudrock. Mastered By Mudrock. Produced By Feces Pieces & Mudrock.

Skull Photography By: Bill Porcaro.

Graphic Design By: Sandra Cohen & Sean McAuley.

Executive Producers: Alvan Long & Conrad Warre, C/O Curve Of The Earth Records, Inc.