       As Glue hasn't even made a single effort writing anything
for this musicdisk (argh!), "Hinky my man" will write this scroll
to the tune "Muppenkorva" ...       Here it is:     I'll give
you all punks some samples of great songtexts written by Cat
Rapes Dog (from älmhult!)     Mental:   It's so fundamental-fundamentally
wrong.  Let the shildren come to me.  Little girls especially.
 I'll beat their flesh free from sin.  To the rhytm of a heavenly
hymn.       Let your money come to me.  You better give generously.
 Because I talked to God and he said: -Pay, and you'll lose your
head.        Junk Jazz:  You make me weep, trying so hard to
be a guitargod.  Terrible waste of time.  You're playing fast
but there ain't no heart.     We can't read no notes, we can't
even sing in tune.  We never knew a chord, still we're praising
the lord.       In the air tonight, an awful noise from the Miles
and the boys.  I can't stand that sound.  It keeps me running
around and around.  Junk Jazz up your ass, Junk Jazz such a Menace.
                   