Hellbent Full Length Debut Album

by Junkyard Lipstick

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The album features songs with a punk/thrash metal cross over feel and the vocals add diversity with a power metal edge. “Hellbent” is a recurring theme in all of the songs but with a different interpretation for each. Ranging from local politics and social conditions, serial killers and criminals, antics from Hollywood stars and gore, the content of the album is diverse and witty at times.

The album was recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Bryan Villain, owner of Jihad Studios. Guitar amps & drums were recorded acoustically and no programmatic drum replacement was done. This was done to give the album a human feel.

As a band we are Hellbent on doing what we love, playing music.

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released March 29, 2013

Bryan Villain - record, produce, mix and master.
Bryan Villain - featured vocals on War...
Lea Aus Nord - featured vocals on Bus
Sue Disorganized Choas Photography - album cover
Melissa Doherty - back cover

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Junkyard Lipstick Cape Town, South Africa

Junkyard Lipstick was born in Cape Town early 2011.Persisting through line-up changes in early 2012, they finally found their own unique style and changed their focus to writing heavier and faster material, concentrating on topics such as politics, social issues and gore delivered with a feminine touch. Their music fit mostly into the Thrash Metal subgenre. ... more

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Track Name: Hellbent
You go out every night and piss your life away
And then you come home in the morning boy
And all you do is complain
Well you say your life sucks but you do nothing to change
And you’re always broke coz when you've got money you can't save it
NO NO NO!

You live here free! You don't pay your fucking rent!

(Chorus)
Hellbent on destroying your future
Hellbent on destroying your life
Hellbent on the path of destruction
Hellbent on a mountain of trouble and strife

You say you wanna move up
But you never do
Coz when opportunity knocks
Well you don't pull through
Countless times that you've messed up again
And yet you just continue to complain and complain
You say you can't get what you want, there's always some excuse
But you don't even try so what the fucks the use?

You brought your car back with a mother fucking dent!

(Chorus)

Oh you had it all
And you burnt it up real good
You never learn your lesson
But by now you really should
Mooching off of innocents
That's what you do
You've got a bad reputation
For breaking things in two

(Chorus) X2
Track Name: Daisy
Alright!
Back in the day women were meant for the kitchen and a baby or two to go
But she stood up for what she wanted, yeah she said “NO!”
Those poor old helpless men didn't know what they were in for
When they met and married old Crazy Daisy

Poisoned slowly day by day with cyanide she would start
Mix it in with his drink and let the life flow from his heart

(Chorus)
Daisy! Your unkept dress. Daisy! Your hair's a mess.
Daisy! You killed your man for money and the land.
Daisy! Your unkept dress. Daisy! Your hair's a mess.
Daisy! Killed your man for money and his land yeah!

In the old times women were meant to cook, clean, bake and act gracefully
but she wasn't gonna play that game. She continued with her spree.
Clever little black widow, how could anyone ever know?
Manipulator, murderer, crazy Daisy!

Poisoned slowly day by day a little arsenic might do the trick
Mix it in with his water and surely that will make him sick

(Chorus)
(Break)
(Chorus)
Track Name: Autopsy Time
Sitting at work face glued to the screen. The shredder winked, what could that mean?
He walked over without a ponder and it all ended in a bloody blunder
Possessed, he forced his fingers in his colleagues didn’t know where the hell to begin

COD: Shredder Mishap
TOD: Afternoon Slump
MO: Foolish fingers
Location: Body dump


(Chorus)
Bring on the gore baby it’s crime time
Bring on the blood. It’s autopsy time
Cut across your chest and the skull too
Pull out your brains. Next time it could be you!

She liked to be spanked. Whips and the chains, yeah they got yanked
Her acts became real risky. Just for the sake of being frisky
And then it all just went too far When she picked up a random in her car

COD: Erotic Asphyxiation
TOD: From dusk until dawn
MO: S & M
Location: The public lawn o-oh!

(Chorus)

Well they wanted to get away from earth
And experience some kind of weird rebirth
Mass suicide was the gruesome game plan
Well that was the idea of shaman
They got truckloads of TNT
And stuck it down their throats and ceased to be

COD: Self explosion
TOD: Meaty Midnight
MO: Careless Corrosion
Location: Bedroom bomb site

(Chorus) x2
Track Name: Bus
Here it comes shooting through. Pushing in and playing tricks on you
Scraping cars and pushing bikes off the road. Putting in danger the human load

These rusted steel blade knives. Cutting off cars and offing lives
The bus for us has its own will. The bus for us is here to kill

(Chorus)
It's scary so be wary. It's swerving and unnerving
On a mission with no vision. Coming right at you the bus of doom

Golden Arrow over takes on a solid line with no breaks
Unroadworthy, waiting to explode, putting in danger the human load

These busses by no rules abide. The rust is rotten from the inside
The bus for us has its own will. The bus for us is here to kill

(Chorus)

(Break)

(Chorus)X2
Track Name: Reality TV
Well Reality TV it ain’t real. It all comes together with a dodgy deal
Melodramatic moans, rehearsed rage. That sexy girl isn’t stuck in a cage
A promise of love may include all of the above
But it’s really just a sex fest to see who can fuck the best

Barbie-doll, non-stop addiction, whateverplasty coupled with fiction
A transformation really for the better? You really have to be a plastic go-getter!
A bitch slap here and a gob of spit there. These naked girls fly everywhere
That Jersey bunch is the worst form of trash all just to make a little bit of cash

Well Reality TV it ain’t real. It all comes together with a dodgy deal
Melodramatic moans, rehearsed rage. That sexy girl isn’t stuck in a cage
A promise of love may include all of the above
But it’s really just a sex fest to see who can fuck the best

So if money is what it’s all about just give ol’ Hefner a sexy shout
He’ll take you to his playboy mansion. Be prepared for some group-sex suck fashion. Suck fashion!
You’re a player, who’s single and like to mingle. Just give the bachelor a little tinkle
But in the end you will have to choose between the gold digger and the STD flooze
Reality TV it ain’t real. Anything for the horny guy to cop a feel
Your scandal will reach the front page and you will be famous for a day
It’s really just a fraud for an audience too god-damn bored!

And everyone’s got their story to tell from the world’s biggest freaks to the kitchen of hell
The appetizer of the day is of foreskin flavour. People out there that think that raptor Jesus is our saviour
Big brother has the best bottled masturbation. It was broadcasted to a baa-baa nation
Atrocious, attention whore, a disgrace! That girl has a really messed up ‘gasmface!

And I say Reality TV it ain’t real. Anything for the horny guy to cop a feel
Your scandal will reach the front page and the whole world will see your granny pants in beige
Track Name: Rosie
I didn't wanna do things your way. But I tried to please you still
I cast my hopes and dreams aside for a dream against my will
Well I left it all behind for you but you turned me away
But now I'm wiser than I ever was and I'm happier today
(Chorus)
Coz you've got a girlfriend who looks like Rosie O'Donnell and a couple of children too
So you own a Volvo and a house with a fence but you've lost the real you
I'm in the big league with my black Louboutins and my Jackson steel guitar
And if I had stayed anywhere near you well I know I wouldn't have come this far
Please tell me why you look so confused when you're the one who said it all along
“You're not gonna make it, forget about winning, you'll never have a hit song”
Well I swore that one day, I would make you pay for all the things you did to me
That day has come now I'm number one so thanks for setting me free
(Chorus)
When you mistreat someone and don't listen to what they say
Don't you be surprised when they run away
(2nd Chorus) X2
Coz you've got a wifey who's got a face like Chewbacca and a couple of wookies too
So you own a house and a guzzer parked out front
Your daddy says you've made it but the world thinks you're a cunt
I'm in the big league with my black Louboutins and my Jackson steel guitar
And if I had stayed anywhere near you I wouldn't have come this far
I've got my Junkyard ladies and my superfans. You're stuck cleaning dirty pots and pans
Platinum hair, red dress and ink yea, and all your look says is Shlumpadinka!
Track Name: Dear Mr. P.
Another politician went and caused another scandal
More corruption and more power it's become too much to handle
To those who lack compassion or simply don't give a shit
The sheep vote them in blinded by empty promises

(Chorus) x2
Dear Mr President, we've got a situation
Can you hear me Mr President, there's a complication

Another rape, another murder, just to bring you some good luck
Young girls getting raped at school and body parts sold for a quick buck
To those who live in protest, to those who live in fear
To those who bury their heads in the ground and just don't wanna hear

(Chorus) x2

Another breaking story, did you see it on TV?
Vigilante justice, now they're necklacing people in your community
Media brainwash the masses and feed the rot within
It's a never ending circle reminding us that we've all sinned

E tolling, “The Spear”
There's no freedom, just fear
Well enough is enough! Enough is enough!
Track Name: Flush
Pregnant and all alone with nowhere else to go
Except for the medicine lady but she'll be dead before she shows
Living on the streets, a life reviled in drugs
Once a night she gets raped by thugs

(Chorus)
Flush flush down the drain. Until no life remains
Flush flush your life away or tomorrow there will be no work or pay
Flush flush down the drain. Only small fingers remain
Flush flush your life away or it might end up being like you someday

Growing up in poverty, there was no hope or real love
Oh father she has sinned but there's no forgiveness from above
Her baby’s crying haunts her every night
So she shoved it in a corner coz it gave her a big fright

(Chorus)

She smothered it to death so it wouldn't cry.
While the ministers fancy car left her and drove by.
“It's a family curse” she says “passed on from my mother”.
“She kept me alive but she shouldn't have bothered.”

(Chorus)
Track Name: Barbie
Barbie has big boobs she wants me to taste
Puts her dirty hands around my tiny waist
Wants me to do things that are really bad
All I have to do is smile and not be sad

She leads me to the room where sex is on display. I feel sick but I can't run away
I drink up and I savour every sip. But soon it's dark and I don't remember it

(Chorus) X2
I speak out of my fear, I speak out of my DISGUST!
So no little girl will again be a victim of their lust

So I tell my Mom about my tale of rape
My innocence taken from me no escape
Groomed to perfection her pretty hair
Picking up little girls to harm and share

They want me to satisfy them with their lust
Their sick minds entwined with every thrust
Sexual sadism is her way of life
Just so she can be his perfect wife

That's how you wanna play
Well you're not gonna get your way

(Chorus) X2

Her judgment day has come. In court she pleads insanity
He forced her to do it. It was her only strategy

But to prison she will go and there she'll rot within
And the memory remains in those that she seduced in sin
Track Name: War
Well you want more jobs and you want more money
You want a high status for your land of milk and honey
You want it all so you'll do what you will
Following the leader, kill kill kill!

(Chorus) X2
WAR! Protest and destroy
WAR! Forever be their wind-up toy

Bring out your pangas, bring out your guns
Stone innocent people for your place in the sun
You want it all so you'll do what you will
Following the leader, kill kill kill!

(Chorus)
WAR! Protest and destroy
Be their wind-up toy and a fucking killjoy

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!
(kill) KILL! (kill) KILL! (kill) KILL! (kill) KILL!

It's never enough you won't be satisfied
Leaders won't rest until the past is nullified
Hiding the truth no proper education
Chaos and violence the only solution!

(Chorus)
WAR! Protest and destroy
Be their wind-up toy and a fucking killjoy

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!
(kill) KILL! (kill) KILL! (kill) KILL! (kill) KILL!

It's never enough you won't be satisfied
Masses won't rest until everyone has died
Take all the money and take all the land
And burn it to the ground till it's just a pile of sand
Track Name: Hustler (Bonus Track)
Well you have your own reality show
Coz you got nothing else to do
Plastic you’re not fantastic
With your Simple Life, moo moo

You wear no knickers
So the paparazzi can see your vag
Oh Paris, dear Paris, money can't buy you any class

(Chorus)
Fuck your world and fuck your tummy tuck
Fuck your Botox lips and big tits
Fuck your lifestyle Fuck your lipo
Fuck you! You're just a Hollywood hustler

Well you live in your mansion
Oh you drive daddy's fancy car
And you'd suck his friend's dick
Cos you know that it’ll get you very far

Vaginoplasty to tighten your loose lips
You’re famous for nothing
But your pathetic porno clips
O Kimi, dear Kimi
Money can’t buy you any class

(Chorus)