LYRICS FOR THE 'NO ONE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND OUR GENIOUS' ALBUM :

INTRO (0:42)
by T. Iommi, O. Ozbourne, G. Butler, S. Schultz & B. Ward

THORAX, HO! (3:59)
by PUNY HUMANS

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA BULL SHIT WALTER: (4:25)
lyrics by Ethan & Joel Cohen, music by PUNY HUMANS

This is not 'Nam
This is bowling
There are rules.

You've stepped over the line

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Bullshit, walter.

La la la la lala

Mark it eight.

This is a league game
It determines who enters the next round robin
Am I wrong?

Yeah but I wasn't over, dude~
Give me the marker I'll mark it eight

Smokey, my friend, if you mark it eight
You are entering a world of pain

So I see you've rolled your way into the semis-la
Dios mio (lalalalalala) man
Me and Liam are gonna fuck you up

Well you know that's like
Your opinion, man.

DEICIDE, AT THEIR MOM'S HOUSE (2:51)
Composed by J. Kocol

EAUUGH GLIH NAHHWWWW!! (3:26)
composed by J. Kocol

Le gi dee dah, diih gih duh DEE GUEHH!
Dih buh guh, doo buh daay
Doo buh geeh, doo buh geuuh baay
Deoow butts, guh-WWWEHHHH

(CHORUS)
Do boe meets uh bugguh
Spa deedle-um Deeh
Doe rii yuh diggy
Zuh DOOOW
Dah bantz, ZUH DUH BEOOOWWWHH!

Dee-guh-moo dowts, dee-guh-mooh XXXEUUWW
Moe butts gaww-guh gehhhh
Ko-buuts dantz uh, uhh buhh ehhh
Tie to tahh, uh ball-eww wayyyyyyyyyy

(CHORUS)
Lie doh gee-day
So dee-jee-dee… XXAWWWYY
Yo Bronz eeah boogah
Do DAW ea-chaw BRAY YUHH BEH JUHH

(ad lib)

daeuh yuh dahntz duh uh WEEEUHHH
oh see die yuh lunz uh lleeehhhh, ha ha ha!
Kibble die teww….. frew…., wuhh
Jie say yall, uh , chor seuhhh. . . YA-ZAAAAA

Heh-heh-heh

Wow!!

Deh-boo-buh eel oh a- way
Doh buh zaiee suh pressurrr
Ooh buh gun, tieee zuh ki-shaiee
EUHHHHHH!!!!!!

(chorus)

Lie doh gee-day
So dee-jee-dee… XXAWWWYY
Yo Bronz eeah boogah
Do DAW ea-chaw

BEE-ZOO
RIIH!
ZyUHH!!
EEHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

"HEY, THERE'S ALWAYS URINE!" (0:48)
Composed by Schultz

SWEEP-PICKING THE FLUGELHORNS. . . . (8:17)

individual parts written by J. Kocol, to fit an arrangement written by Schultz

S: Duh-doo dah, duh-doo-dah

J: I like that!!

S: you like how it goes duh-doo-dah, duh-doo=-dah?

J (chiming in) duh-doo-dah, duh-doo-dah. Yeah, that's brilliant, it'll sound really good with the Kenny G solo over it.

S: we can add that right at bar 187, and then 4 bars later, bring in the French horn section…

J: we said no French horns!!!

S: ok, flugelhorns, but they have to be sweep-picking!

J: and then put a whammy bar on them and have them do a dive bomb right….. here!

S: ok,cool, Then we hire the Boston Philharmonic to play some riffs at bar 211…

J: . . . and we run it through my Kaoss Pad until it sounds like Jun-Jun-Jun…

S: the what??

J: and like, the Rock just jumps in the ring at bar 248 and lifts the whole fuckin' orchestra up, to prove that you can't mess with the rock!!

S: . . . but he's just bitmapped,….

J: totally lo-res!!!

S: and so the orchestra just gets like totally glissando on his ass,

J; of course we'll be mikng the rock's pectorals throughout the whole project.

S: Yeah, and can we modulate them into the Lydian mode…. Or I should say myxolidan???

J; sure!! Plus I've got a sweat sample of his. I think you'll find it most useful.

S: does it sounds like dah-doo-dah, dah-doo-dahhhh….??

J: and then we can take the whole thing and then EQ it so it sounds more gay-positive!!

S: So we do the gay-postive eq for 4 bars, and then we can have dj qubert throw on some house beats

J; witty witty witty, yeah, some house beats.

S: and have the castanet section double him!!

J: I specifically said NO castanets on this one,

S: but these guys are already on the payroll!! They're just sitting in the lounge, making union wages! They have to do SOMETHING!!!

J: castanets make my Kaoss Pad malfunction. . . .

S: what if the castanet section dresses up as solid gold dancers, and start fellating the rock. . . .

J: what?

S:.. . . in MONO!!!

J; will they have tanks??

S: I think there's a Luge in the hangar they can ride in on,. . .in MONO!!

J" I heard coolio has expressed some interest. Not coolio himself, but his hair,

S: his braids?

J: yeah, the braids themselves want to co-host the special. So they can bust a freestyle like right after the chorus girls finish going da-doo-dah, da d00 dah, da doo….

S: then we take the freestyle and filter it so it's in Esperanto!! I love it!!!

J: do dah, da doo dah…

S: Then we take everyone-the orchestra, the rock, the dj, the castanet section, the heavy metal mandolin, and we arpeggiate them so they're like… all on a submarine!!!

J is that after we put the ricky martin effect on the whole thing?

S: no, we add the latin flava during mixdown, at the same time we add the 60 hertz hum over everything. The submarine comes in at measure 459.

J: Wow, then I can-I can use my submarine flange, it's wicked…

S: yeah, we put on the flange,, and also compression. . . compress the entire sub to… like… 5 decibels, killing everyone instantly,,

J: good Christ!!

S…. and escape out the side hatch, in our own little bathyscaph,

J; and the bathyscaph modulates to D!!!!!

J&S:: and that's the finale!!!!!

S: excellent.

THESE WOULD BE THE 'HOUSE BEATS' YOU SPOKE OF (0:11)
Composed by Schultz

YOU BELONG TO THE SEWER (5:56)
Music by G. Frey and Tempchin. Lyrics by Schultz, except 'after several wipes' gag, contributed by Kocol

The pants come down
The log rolls in
You can feel it starting
All over again
The moon swells up
And the grindcore calls
You're getting tired of sitting in
The same old stall
You go out of the bowl
And under the street
Moving through the tube
In the midnight heat
Some unevenness here so give up hope
Standing water caused by a negative slope

Nobody knows where you're going
Nobody cares where you been

You belong to the sewer
You belong to the pipes
Living in a river of darkness
After several wipes

You were born in the bowl
Porcelain under your feet
It's in your colon, it's in your stool
You're from Gilman Street

Oi!
Oi!
Oi oi oi!

When you said goodbye
You were on the runs
Trying to get away from the things you'd done
Now you're back again, I don't mean to be dissin'
But there's a hairline crack in the nine o'clock position

Still don't know where you're going
Still just a lateral deposit

Oi!
Oi!
Oi oi oi!

Oi!
Oi!
Oi oi oi!

Oi!
Oi!
Oi oi oi!

Oi!
Oi!
Yea- B-oii!

THEME FROM 'PUNY HUMAN$' (5:28)
Composed by Kocol

PU! NY! HU! MANS!!
PU! NY! HU! MANS!!
PU! NY! HU! MANS!!
PU! NY! HU! MANS!!

WHAT'S REALLY HAPPENING?: (2:32)
lyrics by Schultz, music by Kocol, under the strict guidance of David Bowie

My philosophical position is that of ardent slolipsism
A universe confined to sense-impressions in my mind
I create reality and when I blink you cease to be
But I'll never know empirically
What's really happening to me

It's not easy being supreme, I'm paranoid it's all a dream
Divinity I'd relinquish, if only I could distinguish
What's really happening to me

A narcissustic frame of mind results from this paradigm
But if I abuse, don't grow indignant, recall you're just a figment!

What's really happening to me?

"OH, A FLESH-EATING VIRUS…" (1:36)
composed by Schultz

HOLY DRIVER (3:17)
lyrics by Ethan & Joel Cohen, individual parts written by J. Kocol, to fit an arrangement written by Schultz

Man come on
I had
A rough night
And
I
Hate the fuckin' eagles

Man

WOULDJA LOOK AT THE ASS ON THAT MUMMY? (3:20)
individual parts written by J. Kocol, to fit an arrangement written by Schultz

OUTRO (0:33)
by T. Iommi, O. Ozbourne, G. Butler, B. Ward & S. Schultz