Miocene - Misogyny vs the Common Rules of Misconception lyrics

My morality demands a reaction My reality requires retaliation Did you think you could trade a boy for a boy And be forgiven, purer than a vacuum? You don't elicit that in me. See, you were a great f** But a bad conversation, get me? It makes me Laugh to think of the clever lines I wasted Casting my rod deep into your pool of dipsh**tery, but you can't say I Didn't try Wasted time trying to hook a thought in you that wasn't stagnant Or at least one not covered in mildew stains and drowned fish Barnacle piss aroma stagnant mould chamber soothsayer Postprophetic of frogspawn dawn, when it grew too strong I couldn't reach you with a vice, drill and manual on trepanation Come on, stagnant pond, did you really think I'd fallen For YOUR bait? Your Core fans the hate, more More bands to date, oh yeah, And who's your mate? I'd f** her right here on the dirty studio floor Without protection, unless you count closing the door So, Queen, who's your absent Ace of Spades now? Oh cool, I'm glad you're no longer a two out of ten. Oh yeah, Quit starting sh** with my friends. It's boring, And I don't want to have to tell your Jack that I broke his back with my dogmatism, it's a flash print See, I like him. If I didn't I'd take a deep breath in and blow the whole house of cards to cinders: something self-nullifying but strangely satisfying; these primitive urgings were made for pacifying and that's just what I'll let them do And, this is what it is to be truly on the cutting edge for you; sliced up I'm a bleeding-edge razorburn ice-pick danger fix kinda guy, but of course You remember that from the outdoor ports we drank dry together Less talk more sport So how do I tell you that my position is unchanged? And will remain unchanged? How do I tell you that any words you speak to me will dash you further Against the steelcored granite column of my seldom-seen ethical centre? I think I'll just put on my happy face And laugh right in yours