P. Bastard
P. is 43 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Lust.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Rehab II
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Song Details
Rehab II is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Adagio. The music is mind melting and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 4/21/2015 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
85 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
1/19/2016 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Drums
Special Lyrics
My name's Phil, the manager said I should check in,
you see, drugs and booze is my thing,
I'm notorious for wasting away the days staring at the bottom of the bottle,
but those voids need to be re-filled.
So yeah, how do we start, no wait, I know the procedure,
which room, here, there?
Wait, this one has a nice view at the distillery,
wonderful location to torture the patients with,
very close, but far away.
What next? Got some drugs?
The chills will kick in any second now,
supply me with packs of fags,
I'll smoke that fucker one by one,
till my fingers turn carbon black, and my lungs fall apart.
I know the drill, all about the pain, delusions and getting tied to the bed,
but no worries I brought my own painkillers to ease the days.
No? You got some of that sweet medicine yourself?
Good to know, now fuck off, I must begin the cleansing haze.
Close the door, lock me up, you'll need it before I lose my ties,
disconnection from reality starts now,
even deeper than before,
grandma isn't smiling,
she's dead and laying in my bed,
speaking of wisdom that the owls eat my face,
get out, get the fuck out,
momma I don't wanna shit in this dogs mouth!
Fuck that, the bars have nothing on my adrenaline phase,
distillery across the mountain awaits,
where I'll drown my knuckles in,
pull out the bodies from blood.
The rehab was a success, now I know my place,
it's in a pool of booze! YEAH!
Record Releases
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