R.I.P.
Alien Sex Fiend Lyrics


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Butcher's hand chops off
Surrealistic face-pack masque
For children with a hindread past.

Oh!
Collective ladies shine shoes for 10 cents.

Launderette swingers
Botulistic mummified corpses!
Lips grind at my wasting flesh
As my eyes see all, say nothing,

Nothing to this day grey gloom
Goosepimple forehead erecticus

Bop bopping for Tuesday's fishcakes
I know nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
Nothing nothing nothing nothing NOTHING
No more, not at all, anyrate

Bacofoil chickens spew forth blood!
A congealed society talk trash,

Talk trash, talk trash!
Castrated cannibals tug at my skin
Nearest mysterian to me!

R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.

Rest in peace
Rot in peace
Blue Crumb Truck!
R.I.P.
Are-I-P
R.I.P.
R.I.P.

Blue
Blue
Crumb
Truck!

R-I-P!

R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Rot with me
Rest in peace
Blue Crumb Truck
R.I.P.
Are-I-P
R.I.P.

Rot with me
Rot with me
Blue Blue Blue Crumb Truck!
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.




R.I.P.
R.I.P.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Alien Sex Fiend's song R.I.P. are a stream of consciousness, surrealist prose that conjure up disturbing and grotesque imagery. It opens with the image of a butcher's hand chopping off a surrealistic face-pack masque, perhaps symbolizing the violent removal of false fronts and masks that obscure the true nature of society. The next line alludes to the plight of children with a hindread past, hinting at the traumas and abuses that create cycles of violence and oppression.


The following lines jump abruptly to another scene - collective ladies shining shoes for 10 cents and launderette swingers engaging in depraved acts with botulistic mummified corpses. The singer is surrounded by perverse and decaying madness, and their lips grind at their wasting flesh as their eyes see all but say nothing. They feel trapped in a day-glo grey gloom, with goose-pimple forehead erecticus, suggesting a sense of fear and tension.


The song continues with bizarre and unsettling imagery, including bop bopping for Tuesday's fishcakes and bacofoil chickens spewing forth blood. Castrated cannibals tug at the singer's skin, and they feel a kinship with the nearest mysterian, perhaps someone who shares their sense of alienation and strangeness. The repeated chorus of R.I.P. shifts from rest in peace to rot in peace, implying a grim and nihilistic view of existence.


Some potential interpretations of the lyrics include a commentary on the destructive and dehumanizing aspects of consumerism, the alienation and madness of modern society, and the futility of seeking meaning and connection in a world ruled by death and decay.


Line by Line Meaning

Butcher's hand chops off
A butcher's hand is cut off.


Surrealistic face-pack masque
An odd mask is applied to someone's face.


For children with a hindread past.
This refers to a group of children who have experienced traumatic events.


Collective ladies shine shoes for 10 cents.
A group of women shine shoes for a low price.


Launderette swingers
People swing or dance at a launderette (laundromat).


Botulistic mummified corpses!
Dead bodies that have been mummified and also have botulism (a type of food poisoning).


Lips grind at my wasting flesh
Someone's lips are grinding against another person's decaying body.


As my eyes see all, say nothing,
Someone sees everything but stays silent.


Nothing to this day grey gloom
Nothingness in a dreary and gloomy landscape.


Goosepimple forehead erecticus
Creepy and unsettling sensation on someone's forehead.


Bop bopping for Tuesday's fishcakes
Dancing for fishcakes on a specific day of the week.


I know nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
The artist admits that they know absolutely nothing.


Nothing nothing nothing nothing NOTHING
The repetition of 'nothing' emphasizes the idea of a complete lack of knowledge or understanding.


No more, not at all, anyrate
The singer doesn't want to discuss or think about this topic anymore.


Bacofoil chickens spew forth blood!
Cooked chicken wrapped in aluminum foil is dripping blood.


A congealed society talk trash,
Society speaks negatively in a thick or viscous way.


Castrated cannibals tug at my skin
People who are unable to procreate and eat human flesh are pulling on someone's skin.


Nearest mysterian to me!
Someone who is mysterious is near the singer.


Rest in peace
May someone who has died find peace and rest.


Rot in peace
May someone who has died rot and decompose in peace.


Blue Crumb Truck!
A blue truck that leaves behind crumbs.


Rot with me
Let's rot together after death.


Are-I-P
Pronunciation of R.I.P. (rest in peace).


Rot with me
Let's rot together after death.


Blue Blue Blue Crumb Truck!
A blue truck that leaves behind a lot of crumbs.


R.I.P.
Rest in peace.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN ROBERT FRESHWATER, DAVID JOHN JAMES, CHRISTINE ELIZABETH MARY WADE, NICHOLAS IAN WADE

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A good holiday vibe song as well

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they came out 2 years before i was born lol

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