Karoshi Hotline

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released November 27, 2015

Produced by Harrison Kalman
Album art by Olga Corcillius
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post-punk feminists here to fuck up your day

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Track Name: Bent
Sweet talkin' sailor
I only live to pretend
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan

You work at Mickey D's, you play it off as cool
You fucking kid, playing grown ups in high school
Mom and Dad think that you're a star
A fucking social case is what you are
I think I'm dying 'cause I smoke too many cigarettes
You think you're dead 'cause Mom and Dad won't pay your credit debt

Sweet talkin' sailor
She's got a boyfriend to kiss
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan

You've got no social life, your friends are all dead presidents
And all the b-b-boytoys that you bag are actually bent
And I don't need your shit, your petty little "oh my god"
You think you've got 'em all, but really you're a fucking dog

Bent! x4

Sorry, I've got a boyfriend to kiss
Fucker

Bent! x4
Track Name: Crutch
You're just the fucking crutch
Never really mattered much
Want your sickness, want your life
When I leave you suck me dry

MD, I'm your doctor
Your diagnosis is my problem
What can you offer?

You're my addiction
Put me in a fucking cell
Make me feel something
You could be my new hell
I'm not your doctor
Not your fucking nurse
You're off your rocker
And I'm the worst

MD, I'm your doctor
Your diagnosis is my problem
What can you offer?

I'm not your dominated
Medication
Not your medicated
Love slave
I am white noise
Listening to your noise
I'll make you perfect meaning mine
My life ain't worth a fucking dime

MD, I'm your doctor
Your diagnosis is my problem
What can you offer?
MD, I'm your doctor
Your diagnosis is my problem
What can you offer?
Track Name: Fuckzoned
Meet me behind the restaurant
I can see it in your eyes, I can see what you want
Hair pulled back and a really small skirt
Thought that we were going for a cigarette, but you just wanna flirt

Yeah, we've got the same favorite color
You also think it's really cool when boys pop their collar
You laugh so hard at all the people I hate
What a fucking shocker, it's gotta be fate and I

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna fuck you and I don't wanna be your friend, and I
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna fuck you and I don't wanna be your friend

If I didn't touch you so much
Would we even really like the same stuff?
Started off just wanting your body,
But now I kinda want the rest, well, I'm sorry

I'm territorial
God it's incredible
And I don't wanna share
What I've got, oh

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna fuck you and I don't wanna be your friend, and I
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna fuck you and I don't wanna be your friend

Yeah yeah, well I want this to end
Fucked him now wanna be his friend
Yeah yeah, well I want this to end
Fucked him, I don't care if I'm his fucking friend
Track Name: 7-11
Couldn't make you stay
Don't need you anyway
I'm kinda sad you came
Fuck your girlfriend, she's so lame
Don't want your shitty beer
Just want you over here
I think I'm outta luck
I just wanna
FUCK

I met you at the 7-11
It was cool, yeah, it was heaven
Ooooh, ah ooooh
You and me got down and dirty
After you bought me and slurpee
Ooooh, ah ooooh

All alone
In the candy aisle
You bought a payday
Cause that's your style
What the fuck?
Payday sucks
I thought you were cool
But you're just a tool

I met you at the 7-11
It was cool, yeah, it was heaven
Ooooh, ah ooooh
You and me got down and dirty
After you bought me and slurpee
Ooooh, ah ooooh
x2
Track Name: Fetishes
She never cared if your jokes aren't funny
I'll never be your playboy bunny
You want the night and you're making me sick
All you monsters are pieces of shit and it

It makes me sick

Here she comes with her belly falling out of her shirt and her pants undone
She won't take no for an answer, hon
She's got the type of caked makeup you wouldn't miss
She says all my friends are sluts, now give me a kiss and it

It makes me sick

He says he likes it when you tell him what to do
Anything to take the power from you
Oh yeah, I like the way you make me sit and stay
You're nothing but a fucking fetish, babe!
You're nothing but a fucking fetish, babe, and it

It makes me sick
Track Name: Not With You
So you say are you all alright
Well, can you fucking guess?
I'm the only one at this party
Not wearing a party dress
And I'm so sorry that I set fire to your hedge
When I was drunk and I was putting out my cigarette

You say I'll never find a guy who treats me like you do
Well, that's all fucking fine as long as I
Am not with you

Less talking!
More fucking!

You can hate me all you want,
But guess who made you come?
Whimpered like a bitch
It wasn't that fun
And now all your friends invite me to do shrooms, but
Sorry I'm too busy giving head in the bathroom

You say I'll never find a guy who treats me like you do
Well, that's all fucking fine as long as I
Am not with you

Less talking!
More fucking!
Track Name: My Voice
My voice is a fucking portrait
My voice is just a pair of tits
My voice is a teenage shrink
My voice is like the drain in your sink

Yeah, you are what you eat, but they only serve you cannonballs
I wanna take my skirt off and I wanna be your blowup doll
You want your medicine? It's in my pretty pink syringe
We deliver self-esteem but I won't move a fucking inch

My voice is a whip-its can
Yeah, my voice is just so fucking bland
My voice is a pretty dime
And you don't like it just because it's mine

Yeah, you are what you eat, but they only serve you cinderblocks
I want someone to give a shit but all you do is sit and rot
You want your medicine? It's in my pretty pink syringe
We deliver self-esteem but I won't move a fucking inch

You are what you eat, but they only serve you cannonballs
You are what you eat, but they only serve you cannonballs
You are what you eat, but they only serve you cannonballs
They only serve you cannonballs
They only serve me cannonballs
Track Name: Cherry Bomb
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for

Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me get to you
Bad nights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose

Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

Hey street boy, what's your style
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give ya something to live for
Have ya, grab ya til you're sore

Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world, I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Track Name: Dogteeth
She looks how static feels
So pretty you don't think she's real
She's grinning with pointed teeth
She's a rose and she will make you bleed

She's all I wanna be
A fucking beauty queen
But I can't make her see
She's the one for me

I want your dogteeth on my neck,
You and me can make a mess
I want your dogteeth on my heart,
I don't care if you rip me apart

She's a gift straight from God
She'll never say she's wrong
She's a crack in the floor, she's a pretty abyss
She's the type of lonesome that you miss

She's all I wanna be
A fucking beauty queen
But I can't make her see
She's the one for me

I want your dogteeth on my neck,
You and me can make a mess
I want your dogteeth on my heart,
I don't care if you rip me apart

x2
Track Name: Bent (first take)
(Maia): Okay, guys, calm your souls. Get ready for some rock and roll music.
(Lana): This isn't a fucking talent show.

Sweet talkin' sailor
I only live to pretend
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan

You work at Mickey D's, you play it off as cool
You fucking kid, playing grown ups in high school
Mom and Dad think that you're a star
A fucking social case is what you are
I think I'm dying 'cause I smoke too many cigarettes
You think you're dead 'cause Mom and Dad won't pay your credit debt

Sweet talkin' sailor
She's got a boyfriend to kiss
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan

You've got no social life, your friends are all dead presidents
And all the b-b-boytoys that you bag are actually bent
And I don't need your shit, your petty little "oh my god"
You think you've got 'em all, but really you're a fucking dog

Bent! x4

Sorry, I've got a boyfriend to kiss
Fucker

Bent! x4

(Lana): That fucking kicked pussy.