Regurge
LP / 2004 - Bile Style

Frankenhole
LP / 2003 - Bile Style

The Copy Machine
LP / 2002 - Bile Style


Black From the Dead
LP / 2002 - Bile Style

Demonic Electronic (Reissue)
LP / 2002 - Bile Style

Demonic Electronic
LP / 2002 - Bile Style


Nightmare Before Krztoff
LP / 2000 - Bile Style


Sex Reflex (Reissue)
LP / 2003 - Bile Style


Sex Reflex
LP / 2000 - Bile Style


Teknowhore
LP / 1996 - Energy

Suckpump
LP / 1994 - Energy

Biledegradable
EP / 1997 - Energy


The Darkbeat EP
EP / 1996 - Energy

Compilations / Soundtracks


When the Dead Come Home
DVD / 2004 - Bile Style


"THE COPY MACHINE"



#
Track Name
Lyrics
1
Clones (We're All)
2
Do You Wanna Touch Me There (Oh Yeah)
3
We Got The Beat
4
Love Stinks
5
My Generation
6
Mid-Life Crisis
7
Scentless Apprentice
8
Not to Touch the Earth
9
Creep

RELEASED: 12/10/2002
LABEL: Bile Style Records
FORMAT: LP 
INFO:  A collection of Bile's cover songs. All songs recorded, mixed, and mastered by Krztoff. Tracks written by, in order: Alice Cooper, Gary Glitter, The Go-Go's, The J. Giels Band, The Who, Faith No More, Nirvana, The Doors, and Black from the Dead.

BUY: Underground Inc, CDNow

 

Clones (We’re All)
(Original lyrics by Alice Cooper)
I'm a clone
I know it and I'm fine
I'm one and more are on the way
I'm two, doctor
Three's on the line
He'll take incubation another day
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way
I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Stupid boys
Wrong ones
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
Six is having problems
Adjusting to his clone status
Have to put him on a shelf
"Please don't put me on a shelf"
All day long we hear him crying so loud
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
I just wanna be myself
Myself
Myself
We destroyed the government
We're destroying time
No more problems on the way
I'm through doctor
We don't need your kind
The other ones
Ugly ones
Ugly ones
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
I'm all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one and one are all
All are one and one are all
We’re all clones.
We’re all clones.

Do You Wanna Touch Me There (Oh Yeah)
(Original lyrics by Joan Jett)
We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural man
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high
Cry at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah
Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair
My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah
Do you wanna touch me there…

We Got The Beat
(Original lyrics by The Go-Go’s)
See the people walking down the street
Fall in line, just watching all their feet
They don't know where they want to go
But they walking in time
They got the beat
They got the beat
They got the beat
Yeah, they got the beat
See the kids just getting out of school
They can't wait to hang out and be cool
Hang around 'til quarter after twelve
That's when they fall in line
They got the beat
They got the beat
Kids got the beat
Yeah, kids got the beat
Go-go music really makes us dance
Do the pony; puts us in a trance
Do the watusi, just give us a chance
That's when we fall in line
We got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat (4x)
Everybody get off your feet
(We got the beat)
We know you can dance to the beat
(We got the beat)
Jump back, get down
(We got the beat)
We got the beat...

My Generation
(Original lyrics by The Who)
People try to put us down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
’Cause they think we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I know I’ll die before I get old (Where is my generation)
This is my generation (I have no generation)
Why don't you all fade away (Where is my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all say (Where is my generation)
No no no I'm not trying to cause a big sensation (Where is my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Where is my generation)
This is my generation (I have no generation)
I know I’ll die before I get…
I know I’ll die before I get old

Midlife Crisis
(Original lyrics by Faith No More)
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...........
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

Scentless Apprentice
(Original lyrics by Nirvana)
Like most babies smell like butter
His smell smelled like no other
He was born scentless and senseless
He was born a scentless apprentice
Go away – go away – go away
Every wet nurse refused to feed him
Electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
There are countless formulas for pressing flowers
Go away – go away – go away
I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit!
All you motherfuckers can suck my dick!
Go away – go away – go away
Go away – go away – go away

Not to Touch the Earth
(Original lyrics by The Doors)
I am the Lizard King
I can do anything
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Whoa!
Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home
Yeah
We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside by evenin'
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon

Creep
(Lyrics by Krztoff but featured on Black From the Dead)
Creep.
She wants the needles removed from under her skin
She wants to feel like they’ve never been in
When she smiles, they just go deeper within
Shooting venom and poisons and beautiful toxins
It's a mystery, so much misery
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, she’s a porno queen
She’s in denial of her romantic curse
The closer you get to her the stronger it hurts
So many zombies, so deep in her trance
It’s so fucking easy when they’re all trying to get in her pants
It's a mystery, so much misery
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, she’s a porno queen
Ra-ra-ra, sis boom bah, such an evil bitch, la la la la.
Half baked, earthquake 9.9
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, she’s a porno queen
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, she’s a porno queen
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, she’s a porno queen
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
She’s a creep, a creeper, a creeping machine.
Super hard-core, and twice as mean



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