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Fucking's Greatest Hits
The Blood Brothers Lyrics


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[Verse 1:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When the party blacks out again
you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Slap the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!

[Chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[Verse 2:]
Ring out the gong again!
Carve out this hymn in skin!
When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed
those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion
from the living room into your fathers swimming pool,
you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.

[Chorus:]
Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound,
glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.

[Coda:]
Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong!
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!

[Afterward:]
Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter.
You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after?
Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.

Overall Meaning

The Blood Brothers' song "Fucking's Greatest Hits" is a dark and disturbing commentary on the destructive nature of hedonistic party culture. The song paints a bleak image of a world where individuals are consumed by their own desires and appetites, and where relationships are reduced to meaningless hookups and empty physical encounters.


In the first verse, the lyrics urge the reader to "ring out the gong again" and "carve out this hymn in skin," suggesting a ritualistic, almost tribal celebration of excess and debauchery. The imagery of "eating headlines out of the newspaper bin" and "slapping the gong" implies a sense of chaos and lawlessness, while the chorus speaks to the emptiness and futility of it all. The line "happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin" evokes the sense of excess and indulgence, while the second line suggests a disconnection between the physical sensation of enjoying indulgences and any sort of emotional satisfaction.


The second verse takes an even darker turn, describing a world where even familial relationships have been poisoned by the all-consuming desire for pleasure. The line "those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed" suggests a sense of commodification and exploitation, while the image of "bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel" paints a grotesque picture of a corrupted and distorted reality. The coda is perhaps the most devastating passage in the song, as it suggests that the ultimate prize in this bleak, meaningless world is to be recognized as the "top of their list" for sexual prowess or experience.


Overall, "Fucking's Greatest Hits" is a visceral and unsettling critique of a society that values pleasure above all else, where relationships are reduced to meaningless physical encounters and where even familial bonds have been twisted and corrupted by a culture of excess and indulgence.


Line by Line Meaning

Ring out the gong again!
Start the celebration again!


Carve out this hymn in skin!
Make this moment unforgettable!


When the party blacks out again you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin.
Despite the party, you're still keeping up with news and information.


Slap the gong again! Carve out this hymn in skin!
Keep the party going and make it memorable.


Happy birthday gelatins smearing bruises on your chin.
A sarcastic wish for a happy birthday that is likely to end in violence.


There's cake but no mouth, conch but no sound, glossy skeletons boyfriends but no friends.
There are things that appear to be present but are actually lacking, like cake without someone to eat it or a conch without a sound.


When they've pissed between every sheet of your father's bed those tears have barcodes waiting to be scanned/scammed.
When people mistreat you, their actions become like a product with a barcode to be scanned.


And when they've hurled every gutted couch cushion from the living room into your fathers swimming pool, you're bobbing chlorine apples in the broth bucket of envy's gruel.
When people destroy everything around you, all you can do is float in a pool full of their destructive energy.


Ring! Ring! Ring out the gong! Son now you've made it to the top of their list. Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
Despite the chaos, you've succeeded in their eyes and made it to their list of success.


Behind husks of leather, photo albums sheild their laughter. You thought they'd make you breakfast the morning after? Your fantasy season gangrened off the calander.
The memories captured in photos are often fake and shield the truth of the past. Your dreams have become infected with negativity and ruined.




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