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PREDESTINED FOR HELL

by HOG CALLER

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NOW THE BODIES The plastics still on the windows The carpet smells awful I said the plastics on the windows The walls covered in red spew The doors are locked The windows barred Burning limbs in the kitchen I can’t seem to make it outside Now the bodies Are stacked everywhere The smell of rot Begins to escape I must leave No survivors Burn it all up and leave promptly The air is crisp Shimmering dawn Mutations in the basement Lost without words These were not the plans Orders taken from context I must get my bearings sift through the wreckage Where was I at when this went on I should have known better To give these animals control Now the bodies Are stacked everywhere The smell of rot Begins to escape I must leave No survivors Burn it all up and leave promptly © 2006 HOG CALLER
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ALL AMERICAN DEFRAGMENTATION Never know what your talking about make rules that never play out trip curve parallel listen to whom just go to hell how do you know whom to believe play games to deceive blackened soul frigid heart full of lies from the start attention please the transmission will be terminated indefinitely all security measures have failed and the effects are reappearing do not breathe the air do not drink the water take a number and wait your turn select an appropriate setting for you shall be called dictate what’s right or wrong no idea what’s going on mind battered jellied thoughts your ideas start to rot simplistic mastermind stone age Frankenstein practice what you preach right please pull the noose tight welcome to the final process you are now awakened the light burns bright feel free to breathe the air the stains have all been removed you may move around at your leisure the conditions have all been de-fragmented for you are now an American © 2006 HOG CALLER
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FERMENTING ROT Searching for sight Hollowed out skulls I see beyond, I see beyond, I see beyond Fermenting rot, fermenting rot, fermenting rot Power and depletion, power and depletion Fermenting putrid alienation Lurking decay My makers mark I see beyond, I see beyond, I see beyond Fermenting rot, fermenting rot, fermenting rot Power and depletion, power and depletion, power and depletion © 2006 HOG CALLER
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MANGLED BEYOND USE Arms mangled, legs mangled, Body lying in a heap Burning rubber broken glass Screaming people I can’t see Entombed in metal Guardrail severed I make a ditch my home Mangled beyond use Missing finger from hand unknown Concrete’s cold to the skin Mouth is numb cannot talk Falling out of consciousness Hot dog drooling’ No Liz Taylor Nitrous oxide crash Watch old bandit go Mangled beyond use. My parts scattered, your fluids dripping The road glistens, in the light Lips that smile, shear twist of fate All eyes staring just look at the sight Please step back, move aside make way The men in white, shall make it OK The men in white, will make it OK © 2006 HOG CALLER
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SUPER SIZE IT Yum Make it bigger, make it larger Jumbo size, big gulp two fister Double stuffing, bacon drippings Mega triple patty melt. Super size it 25% more, all-U-can eat greasy doggy bags to go oodles and oodles of lard fried noodles have it your way have it your way. Finger lickin’ good My bologny has a first name C-A-N-C-E-R My bologny has a second name colostomy bag My bologny has a third name clogged arteries If you ask me why I say did you overeat today? 24 hours bottomless cup heartburn, indigestion acid reflux scrapple diaper bowel corrosion unhappy last meal drive through suicide How do you spell relief? all you can eat How do you spell relief? Diarrhea How do you spell relief? Polyp cheesecake Think inside the box Think inside the box © 2006 HOG CALLER
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JUST LOOK IN THE SILO Awaken from my slumber These chickens keep scratching The smell of kerosene permeates the barn But my bio-feed makes the livestock smarter I have been put out to pasture Now I feed from a trough The mice I see have human brains Yes the mice I see have human brains Just look in the silo Please just look in the silo This took years to accomplish The government-engineered farm Free money from Uncle Sam To give my animals higher I.Q.’s Now I’m the swine the bovine From a solitary human heard. The mice I see have human brains Yes the mice I see have human brains Just look in the silo Please just look in the silo. © 2006 HOG CALLER
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MOTHER’S TORSO I just saw it the other day About a murder in the town I stay Mother’s torso on display In my class, lower grades This kids mom, got hacked away In a box, in the sticks A mother’s life taken from her kid Mother’s torso on display Mother’s torso rotting away In a church, 1 block away The cubmaster looks, for a cardboard box The perfect size is all he needs To stuff her in with no head or knees Mother’s Torso on display Mother’s Torso rotting away © 2006 HOG CALLER
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FISHING WITH ELVIS Waking up at the river Bite marks on my face Hooks pierce my body Paralyzed by pain Burning sun beats down Severed limbs float by I am slowly bleeding As the teeth start to strike Elvis is on the bank He catches the biggest fish Elvis cuts up human bodies And trolls the sewers The septic tanks, the biggest catch Creatures below coming alive I slowly start to feel its growth My little larvae I’ll be your host Just slip inside My cerebral throne I’ll always be here Inside my skull your home I thought I’d be eaten But now you feed off my brain Inside my skin The hellgrammites lay eggs I crawl on the ground Craving to eat flesh Hybrid species Eaten from the hook My bodies been severed Gutted at birth The eggs are hatching Smell the sewers breed Elvis is on the bank He catches the biggest fish Elvis cuts up human bodies And trolls the sewers The septic tanks, the biggest catch Creatures below coming alive © 2006 HOG CALLER
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BEAT THE CREEPS I am imprisoned by walls of selfishness, Prejudice, and suspicion I am enslaved by human respect and The fear of other peoples opinions I still haven’t learned the lesson Of true humility My feelings are easily ruffled Take offense, find fault slow to forgive I can no longer contain my anger or hate My thinking process overloaded Because of others I must beat the creeps © 2006 HOG CALLER
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THE SWEETEST PLACE ON EARTH Strolling through the market To grab a favorite treat Open the wrapper The chocolate bars so sweet The flavor on my tongue Sends me into bliss What’s in the recipe? That makes it so delish The sweetest place on earth The chocolate made in Hershey Comes from missing kids Milton had an idea Put orphans in the mix Coco batter and tender meat The people will love it oh so sweet Bones pave the Hershey Highway The chocolate syrups In great big vats Milton pushes in A kid that’s fat Oozing caramel, dripping guts Churning body parts, add the nuts Chocolate fun for everyone Almonds and teeth, bloody mess The humans are cannibals Consuming pests Hershey was a Martian Eating the young in space He crashed his ship in PA Chocolate town USA Unwrap the fun The fun is flesh Bite-size nougat Milton’s recipe Who would of thought it Orphan meat ‘Such a tender treat © 2006 HOG CALLER
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DON’T DRINK THE WATER I see Jesus in the water I think he’s here to quench my thirst My parched palate burns from my sins The cool clear freshness shall refresh my soul The taste is crisp, the taste is clean But my throat still burns Don’t drink the water The water is tainted I can taste the poison Someone put something in the well The bodies rot, with cups in hand If only I had a knife I would cut out my tongue The dehydration cracked my flesh Reverse osmosis drained my soul My eyes disintegrate into my skull I hear the anger, raw sewage floods my space State of emergency Floating corpses liquid hell Looting crisis, control the masses Toxic oasis, waves of filth Oversaturated earth Rancid human gumbo Allowed to decay Dead bodies in the freezer If only I could quench my thirst Everything would be better My parched palate quenched by filth The stench ridden liquid nourishes me The taste is soggy The taste is obscene But my throat feels soothed Don’t drink the water © 2006 HOG CALLER
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SUBTERRANEAN HAZORDOUS GROWTH Subterranean hazardous growth Underworld mysteries, wisdom unknown Effecting daylight, I can’t see Effecting nighttime, I can’t breath Tapping higher, Guarding sun Unknown secrets, Ancient one Sense of child, Status void Core reality, Empty cause Dying planet, Unconscious mind Hidden chapters, Hands of time Falling sky, boiling earth Higher energy, lunar course Abscess, puss, devoir pain Cut, slice, bleed, die Abscess, puss, devoir pain Cut, slice, bleed, die Subterranean hazardous growth Underworld mysteries, wisdom unknown Circular lines, On walls of fate Human mind, Engaged in hate Laser pierces, Fleshy skin Heed the warning, Play to win Wise advise, From unholy souls Hostage captured, Purpose folds Lines of fire, Burning light How it ends, Black as night Falling sky, boiling earth Higher energy, lunar course Abscess, puss, devoir pain Cut, slice, bleed, die Abscess, puss, devoir pain Cut, slice, bleed, die © 2006 HOG CALLER
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HOG CALLER BLUES Hog Caller blues X 7 SUEY I call my hogs, they don’t come I call my hogs and they start to run Pork chop city, bacon herd Four leg barbeque Your day is done Hog Caller Blues X 4 I call my hogs, they start to squel I call my hogs with a zesty zeal Babyback barnyard Pork loin lot I’ll see you soon in saurkraut Better to eat you, than feed you X 4 Better to eat you Poke em’ with a prod, Stick em’ on a hook Bleed ‘em out good, The other white meat Chop em’ with a clever, cut em’ with a saw Put em’ on a spit, Hogs for all X 2 SUEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY © 2006 HOG CALLER
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PREDESTINED FOR HELL My footprints are often followed by blood A trail of red from a job well done Predestined for hell X 2 My mind is clear But my boots are drenched From beating and stabbing with no intent Predestined for hell X 2 My journey down now Awaits for me © 2006 HOG CALLER
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FLAMING BAGS OF SHIT The virus may mutate Tourists told to leave The virus may mutate Where’s Donald Trump when you need him The dogs barking, Storms roll in The FBI eats young children Ducks and geese carry deadly flu Crippling bone diseases Old people become cannibals Generations erased for food Sea levels rising Poison meat pollutes the street Hateful morons with skin rash mustaches Flinging flaming bags of shit At the league of evil Fueled by white dog & brown horse Foaming brown liquid From burnt wood caskets Tears down fear of the publics eyes Never stop working On converting intensity Deer kills man in yard Fattie Arbuckle bladder breaker Fattie Arbuckle bladder breaker There’s a deer in the yard and its killing people. Damaged wooden dam Holds back toxic bird flu The colonel’s panic overrides his ego So he hits the big red button Predicting predictions are often useless Gray matter turns black from heat On the hunt for jumpin’ jack flash Self-delusional humans wonder aimlessly Pork grinding city selling dreams The price is always right When your wallets full of lard Superfly Snuka has the vaccine © 2006 HOG CALLER
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Sixteen psychedelically psychotic sonatas include extreme blasts, tortured dual vocals, slicing sludge riffs, wild lead guitar work and absolutely surreal lyrical themes! Bill Y. Last House on the Right Records.

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released August 1, 2006

The Dirtfarmer & Vomitrocious

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HOG CALLER Middletown, Pennsylvania

Hog Caller is a grindcore band that hails from the Three Mile Island infected lands of Middletown, PA.
The line-up is: The Dirtfarmer aka Tom Richards - Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics. And Drum Programming. Vomitrocious aka Steve O'Donnell - Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics, And Samples.
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