All We Need To Do..Is Borrow Some Equipment From YOU

Rodent Kontrol was a punk rock band whose short lived career lasted from 1984 to 1988. In that time, the band changed as quickly as the times that spawned them. As the public fancy went from break-dancing and red plastic leather jackets with lots of zippers to flannel shirts and the fledgling "grunge sound", Rodent Kontrol was there.The only thing is no one knows just what they were doing.The people who were actually involved either have forgotten, disapeared or choose to disassociate themselves from it.

This page is an attempt to pick-up the pieces of those past days and try to piece together a history, a history of Rodent Kontrol

Rodent Kontrol was a response to the conformity that came about with the advent of "hardcore" music. There was a certain look, the shaved head, the leather jacket and the combat boots. Rodent Kontrol was never hardcore. How hardcore could you be with a name like Rodent Kontrol any way? The established hardcore bands in Ann Arbor took themselves very seriously,they had names like Ground Zero, The State and Sudden Death.Their names evoked images of nuclear destruction,monolithic oligarchies and death.Rodent Control meanwhile evoked images of pest extermination. While the other bands had logos of skulls, mushroom clouds, and battle axes, Rodent Control had the simple rat-skull.

In the early days of 1984 Rodent Control is formed. Steve Kempner is on bass. Nat H. sang,Levonne played guitar and Joe D. drums. They practiced at Davie C.'s house cause he had a drum kit and a practice space. Dave would later play bass with the band in a very late incarnation. Just a couple of weeks into this, Yevone drops out and Matt M. picks up on electric guitar. No one knew how to play their instruments. For a while this meant a lot of uncontroled noise, which would become one of Rodent Kontrol's signatures the rough around the edges, we suck- and- we- know- it- and -we-don't- care- attitude.

Rodent Control had their first gig at Van Boven's men's clothing store Feb. 18 1984. The plan was to play in the vestibule of this cherished Ann Arbor landmark. As it turned out the band and small group of onlookers were evicted from Van Boven's shortly into the third song. Rodent Control finished the set across the street on the Diag . A light spring rain fell as Nat sang into a bottle filled with water and splA.d the audience as he launched through a renditon of aaaaurrrgh, which may very well be Rodent Control's first song. This concert was quickly broken up by the Ann Arbor Police. Jason gives a good account of these events here This first show would define our relationship with our audience and the authorities for the remainder of the bands career. We were always attempting to stay ahead of getting unplugged, egged or tear gassed

As the members of the band began to learn their instruments, things progressed as would we expected, they got noiser. In a flurry of creativity the now classic Rodent Control songs were written.Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave was one of the first, followed by Party With The Pope ,Tuff Dikesand Manchester Dan.Rodent Kontrol's only rap tune, it preceeded the white-boy rap craze by nearly 5 years. It retrospect there were a lot of religous issues in Rodent Control songs. This will be discussed at length at a later date.

Shrouded in mystery and turmoil from the begining Rodent Kontrol would grow over the next couple of years into the most hated and misunderstood rock bands to come out of Ann Arbor.

Rodent Control went public are a large scale when they opened the now famous Com-Stock I. This was the first year of this now legendary music festival and Rodent Control has the proud distinction of being the second band to go on.With this gig began a tradition of lack of direction and communication between the band during gigs, this would contribute to the chaos that soon became one of the bands trademarks. I remember a critic commenting with some disdain that we had come out of the garage too soon. We just laughed this type of comment off. Like water off a duck.

That summer the band played many parties. One of the most memorable was Matt's Party. There would be another great gig at Matt's house.This would be in the burnt-out shell, after the great Firey Death which would claim all of Rodent Kontrol's equipment as well as all of M.'s worldly possesions.

The Fall of 85 would mark some major line-up changes for Rodent Control begining another Rodent Control tradition, the rotating line-up. Steve the original bass player and co founder left the band to return to Detroit.Nat also left the band, to attend school in Northern Michigan. Eli took over on bass. Jason S. was singing along with Shai S.,David B. and whoever reeled towards the mic. New songs were written like the now classic Bipsy Death BingeThe band officially changed the name to Rodent Kontrol 'with a K. Rodent Kontrol "with a K" was born and took on a life of it's own, which was greater then the sum of it's parts.

As mentioned earlier one of the defining milestones of this era was The Fiery Death. These events are shrouded in mystery. The long and the short of it was Matt's House was reduced to A.s. From here on in everything before the fire was BFD or Before Fiery Death and everything after was AFD.

Just like animal sprays to mark his territory, so did the collective Rodents mark theirs.In those days that was how a band promoted itself.Thus was born another Rodent Kontrol tradition, graffitti, or the art of the "the tag". Rodent Kontrol actually became quite famous for the amount of and variety of places the name would appear. There were Rodent Kontrol rat-skulls on walls, desks,lockers, books, jackets, the front porch , the front door the list went on andon. It could be said that Rodent Kontrol's name preceded them. The more often the name appeared the more notourious and hated they became. It seemed the thing to do

Around this time Nat left the band and Jake began singing. This was the fall of 1985. With Jake came new the smash hit Rodent Kontrol Theme Song as well as many other tunes like "The Rain Song", "The Nothing Song" and "5". Although new to whole Rodent Kontrol movement. Jake was a real moving force in the band. Rodent Kontrol began practicing with some regularity at his house with larger and amps and more distortion gizmos.This was a period of great backlash against the band. Rodent Kontrol graffitti was everywhere, there was a near riot at every gig. Rodent Kontrol played the school talent show and was pelted with apples provided byTom Dodd. The show ended with a food fight and Rodent Kontrol was offically banned from Community High School.

It seemed that everyone was against ROKO. Rodent Kontrol had become the most feared and hated band at Community High, completely alienating everyone,excet the Wyman brothers. The Wyman brothers were also anti-hardcore. They saw it as a destructive force that wanted to sap all emotion and creativity out of the scene. In response they formed a series of bands, Fecal Peanuts, The Hippie Council and the crossover band The Maurading Ghouls. THe Wyman Brothers rarely hesitated to lend Rodent Kontrol equipment so that they could play one of their fly-by-night gigs. This was a great period for the band.The genius of the Wyman Bros. was documented in the short film Histel , which was produced and starred Ted Wyman, a amster of dry wit.

Matt was sent to Huron High There he found the inspiration the song "Kill Your Neighbor, Fuck Their Dog" This title came about when a jock approached him in his Civics class and said "Your a punk? I know what punk is.."Kill yer neighbor......." Needless to say, a lightbulb went in Matt's head. He wrote a song about an ax weilding jock who commits horrible acts and gets away with it. because he is "beyond suspicion".

One memorable gig was Jason S.'s graduation party. This would be the summer of 85. He invited Rodent Kontrol to play, out on the back deck. So the band was going through the old standards, when everyone's eyes began to tear-up. This was NOT because they saw the end of an era approaching, because the band still had some life left in it. ROKO had been tear gassed. The band was overjoyed, it was perhaps the highest compliment that one could pay to ROKO. Anyone could pull the plug , or pelt the band band with rotten fruit.

In the summer of 86 some of ROKO members(current and future)went on a short road trip to celbrate their graduation from high school. They went to the Rainbow Gathering in Pennsylvania. On this trip was penned a song that would become a ROKO standard,Heavy Metal Sucks, around this same timeTeach Peace was also written. Teace Peace was about liberal grad student who was teaching classes at Commie High. He fancied himself a sort of Marxist Revolutionary who was going to free the minds of America's young people. We saw him as an egotistical rich liberal with delusions of grandeur. The song basicly reflects that. With time he gave up on trying to teach peace and actually became a good friend. I think he is a corporate lawyer now.

Eli left the band and went back to New York and then off to Florida. I guy from Dexter took over on bass, his name was Scott S.. This was the first time that a person who wasn't from Commie High joined ROKO. I'm not sure what he made of the whole mess.

This was this period came to an end with Jakes last gig at the The Great Escape, which was a fly by night punk club run out of the basement of a video arcade. The arcade was in an old victorian house on E. Universtiy, right next to the old Campus Theatre. Both of these structures were demolished in the late 80's to make way for a shopping mall. The Great Escape Gig, (captured on tape) December 20th 1986, was the gig in which Jake handed the mike over to Chris A..

Brother A. flailed about the floor when Jake stepped away. This would begin a brief but intense period with Chris as the vocalist.

Chris revitalized some classic ROKO trappings like The Wrench .His manic energy was similar to B.'s was in early days. As hard as Chris tried he never did learn the lyrics to the songs. That was OK because he was a frantic mess on stage.Chris frightened people. Chris would not so much sing RoKo songs and interpret them. Chris was a great performer and brought with him a real element of insanity that other bands could only strive for. The Chris period of Roko was captured on tape when Rodent Kontrol played live on the WCBN FM's All out Attack. Ben Fineburg took over on bass. Ben added to brother Ashe's slobbering energy and would often coat his hat with a thick layer of glue and set fire to it. Roko played a memorable gig with Tom Gemp at the Old Bat House (It had become the Tom Gemp House by this time). Tom T. had rigged up some type of giant fan that blew straight up at the ceiling, bags and bags of packing peanuts and other crap was being blown around the room as RoKo rocked out. Ben's hat on fire Chris weilding a large ax. It was pretty crazy stuff, or so it seems. ROKO plodded on.

Shortly therafter Matt left town. Chris went the route of disassociation and left the band. Joe D., the drummer, feeling that there was still work to be done continued. There was a short lived incarnation of Rodent Kontrol that manifested itself at the Heidelberg. Jeff M. on bass, Joe D. and Chris A. singing and playing drums and Cary Heavy Meatal on guitar. Here is a actual photo from that gig. The K in the photo was from the Kresge sign, that used to be on the corner of State Street and N. University, and of course it stands for Kontrol. I think that we are looking at the back of Helen Fallers head to the left of the photo. After some amount of time Joe began jamming with then unknown guitarist John W. of Steel Wool fame. John W. had followed ROKO over the last couple of years and was glad to help carry on the legacy. Joe then recruited his friend Bob E., a student from East Quad to play bass. Jeff M. filled out the line-up on vocals.

This era brought such great gigs as the TV Lounge at East Quad and The Halfass and a few very well recieved party crowds. One party was on Packard with Detroit's Boom and the Legion of Doom. The parties usually took place in a small room of a house. This usually meant that once the crowd got "slamming" that something would get broken. At one gig the crowd slammed right into a 50 gallon fish-tank which smashed right through the living-room window.

There is a time which is shrouded in mystery, and this is the time when, just like at one time the Catholic church split and there were TWO Popes.There is a short period of time when there was in fact two Rodent Kontrols. Matt and Davey C. and some other folks got another version of Rodent Kontrol together for a couple of parties.

In the spring of 88, the band split up after a pretty sucessfull run as the New Rodent Kontrol. Roko was never to be again.

M. and D. ended ROKO's musical career by writing a rock opera about a Catholic school drop-out in Lousiana. This spawned to or three new songs which never saw the light of day. (lyrics will be added soon)

I just did a search on Rodent Kontrol using Altavista. I found the guestbook of a girl named Ruthy who apparently went to or currently goes to Community High School. I searched around the page for a reference to Rodent Kontrol. I found this guestbook entry signed only
Rodent Kontrol

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Jason

joe -- Here is my roko memory/commentary: I recall the Van Bovens incident well. Before anyone showed up, I remember going over to that convenience store next to the old State theatre and buying cheetos, pretzels etc. to keep the crowds calm. Nat was heavy into Dada at the time, and we were all getting off on the absurdity of the venue for the Roko inaguaral party. We didn't tell people that the party was at Van Bovens. It was in the _foyer_ of Van Bovens. The cops came pretty soon, and did not know what to think. They dispersed us quickly, and some squeemish wankers wandered off to try to beg their almost friends for a few drags. The loyal many had the Roko fever though, and we careened off through the diag at a snails pace, the small crowd lurching in random directions. It was at this moment that many simultaneously realized the power of the portable amp. From cavemen to grogorian chants to STOMP! everyone has always known that you can sing and drum with virtually no equipment, in virtually any place. But to here the sweet sounds of M.'s primitive strumming and scraping bellowing out into the night, well we had really hit on something. Everyone entertained thoughts of carrying the amp around all the time, playing whenever the swell came over them. Roko was to be like the ancient troubadors with their gourd horns, or the hippies with their beaten up six strings, only amped and raunchy. That fucker got kinda heavy though, and Roko soon realized that not only did they have the urge to fill the random public environment with their scourge sounds, letting anyone walking by listen for free, but that they needed to be heard. They needed to force people to listen, to invade their ears and brains, to surround them with roko images. Roko needed shows, and it needed grafitti. Only Joe D. can do any justice to the history of the shows, practices, rotating members, etc. I have little to add. Grafitti is pretty important though. Joe created the roko rat skull, and like any great logo, it had lots of different incarnations, from the very simple dead mickey mouse look, to the detailed death metal rat with severed veins trailing from the neck. That goddam rat was everywhere. The first big one was in the alley that takes you behind Skoolkids and the Michigan theatre. There were various other big ones, but it was mostly the little ones. The little corners of murals on the first floor at Community, where the artists signature had been blacked out and replaced with a little roko, the walls of D.'s room on Minerva that were covered with Roko skulls, the blackboards at the University, where bright eyed preppies would wake up each morning only to find Roko in their classrooms, like the cat spit up a hariball during the night, except the teacher had to clean it up. joe D. has always been a nervous, active, slightly obsessive person, and for years, he burned the extra energy in a giant public beautification project of Roko-ing everywhere. As far as public reaction, the grafitti was almost a test. Only extreme weenies, milktoasts, and downright asswipes would ever complain about he Roko grafitti. It's no coincidence that one of the early symbols was the giant wrench, wielded by David B., the worlds greatest chicken fucker. Roko was a blunt instrument. The music was blunt, the personalitites were lumpy, the marketing campaign was a big slurpee of sludge of spraypaint. There was very little effort to make it sound better, or to get people to like it more, or even to get people to hate it more. Roko was doing what IT was doing, and everybody else could like it if they wanted. This was the root of the connection with fecal peanuts and the wymans. They didnt give a fuck, and they had chosen to be fans and friends, even thought the music was totally different, to ride the roko wave, to learn to love it, to feel its groove, to suffer the public humiliation that went with "being one of them". Borrowing instruments was the same as the grafitti. Roko was saying "roko rules and you know it, and you can admit it and be part of it by giving us equipment." Many went for it. If joe was the prime minister, M. was the king. M. was the ruling goat, the pope, the big goat, among many other names. Between his large uncoordianted body, nut shaped head, growling guitar, deep insight into the weakness of others, incredible sense of humor, and complete lack of pretension, he epitomized roko. I remember the day he learned about bar chords. He reported gleefully that we had entered a new agee. M. also had the most respect from the other scenes (HC on the front porch, death/speed upstairs and down, old school punk rock at art's place). Without this credibility, roko might have had a tougher time of it. Roko's songs were basically about their surroundings, a lot of time including people. Both Greenberg's showed up (Ela in Headless Catholics, and Ephram in the almost-never-performed Please let me give you a clove, a favorite of Eli with his sick sense of humor). Archie O. showed up in the classic "Esmond" about a town me and Marotne visited on a bicycle trip across the country in summer '84, and Archie's reputation there. Esmond was of the of the many Roko songs based loosely on the Louie Louie riff. B. used to claim that was the only riff that was needed, but eventually the music diversified. I don't remember whether Manchester Dan was a real guy, but certainly "Teach Peace" was. For many years, my final roko memory was at a party (on forest?) given or arranged by a woman whose name i think was sasha, who i later ran into in DC with traut and some meisler. as had happened on a few occassions, i bumped around the 4 person pit for a while and then crossed the line onto the "stage" and took the mic. I had recently had surgery on my elbow to remove a bunch of pins and wires, and in the midst of the fray the stiches opened and i bled all over this place. Sasha gave me some synth pop band tshirt (OMD?) which became the turnicate. BUT, just last year, at Eli's wedding in Stickeyville georgia, the call rang out again. Down a red dirt road on the porch of a farmhouse, in a field surrounding by old oaks and kudzu, the two basic elements came together. Element one is three goats (Eli, Joe and me), and element two is some high school prog-rock dorks with too much equipment for a fucking Thin Lizzy live show. We begged, ripped borrowed and stole this equipment and raised a little roko Cain, southern hell rock style. The best thing about this was that some of these gangly ultra-confused bead necklace wake and bake-ers continued to play their Rush/GDead potion while we ranted screeched and rolled in the mud. It came out like a great noise show actually, with a modern dance groovy backbeat topped with guitar virtually barfing itself up and the screaming out into the night "Rodent, Rodent, Rodent Kontrol, Rodent, Rodent . . . " Jason

Jeff

Joe, You want the truth? You cant fondle the truth!!! Roko was a social movement created in the early-mid eighties by a group of students and associates of the Community High School in Ann Arbon Michigan. As far as I recall the first "gig" consisted of you, Joe D. on a single snare drum and high-hat, Matt M. playing an (acoustic?) guitar, maybe Rob Nagy on Base (or Davey Crone), and Steve Whatshis name on something too. Actually I can't remember at all, except that the "gig" was publicized at school by word of mouth, the joke being to try to get other people to take the whole thing seriously as if there really was a band called "Rodent Kontrol," and show up in the Diag (a park) where the gig proceeded around 8 o clock in the twilight, a series of "songs." From this earliest remembered performance, the movement swelled, stimulated by a massive graffitti campain in which the term RoKo was coined along with the distinctive skull with Mickey Mouse Ears logo. I think theis was in 1984 or 1985 or so. The band played at some parties perhaps, and even played at the High School yearly band party, "Comstock" at which it was Natt H. on Vocals (Ah, yes it was he!) and associated associates including of course always Matt M. and Joe D., and Perhaps Davey Crone or someone. And theyre were many songs of which Party with the Pope and Headless catholics from Beyond the Grave Were some that I recall from that particular show, with much singing along from the likes of Efram, and asst. It was at tyhis time that Matts house unfortunately burned down I believe, and I recall him living in an apartment at which I was before the show drinking Wodka I believe. This all took place in the punk rock scene of Ann Arbor/Community high school of the time which included a plethora of other bands, more or less serious (all more serious than RoKo), which included Ground Zero, GOC, the Variables, the State, The Truth, 3-D Jesus, and etc. I think that the people that are currently in Harms Way (Steve Berger, maybe Matt Singleton) which is now releasing CDs, got their start in a band called Sudden Death (Mike O'conner on lead vocals) at this time. OK so we graduated from high school and I left town for 6 months, when i returend RoKo still existed, now with a new crew to some degree, it seems things were always in flux, and i dont recall much from 1987 until the winter, that is when I think i joined the band as vocalist and we practiced at John Rite's house (now of Steel Wool) and played gigs including a party with Boom and the Leigon of Doom, and several Halfass Gigs (which I have on tape, send me $19.95 for a dub . . . ), and once I seem to recall we set up in the East Quad lounge and played at 2:am until the security guard came at which point we each picked up some gear and ran away. The base played was named something clever and I heard he went to prison later. After that I dont know what happened, I guess I left town more or lest permanently and only the memories were left but rapidly faded. Roko was a movement in time, a social scene defining itself in surreal terms as something that was not quite a real "band" but tried to attract attention and create an identity none the less. We had a logo, t-shirts, stickers, and even haircuts and clothes to go along with the image. It was something that can never die because there is nothing discrete to stop existing, it will exist as long as random people who know are motivated to write graffitti in good spots, or make noise and annoy others and justiofy it under the excuse that its "punk rock." Jeff M. Chicago, Illinois, April 26th 1998.

Nat
Joseph,whodafuckiz Krigbaum?Heaadlesscaths written during lunchhour, yis. Vanbov's, we tried to put a cheater on a lightbulb sockit. Maybe it was just a plan. M. had a little portable amp. I sang into a bottle. I think that altouuth we were much enamoured of Peach Nehi, it was not a peach nehi bottle. Comstock: songs on songsheets. Max (Lasst naame?) was flipping me off. I kicked him, not hard, in the chest. This was captured on video. He went away. Punk violence, yeah. Grafffitii, no idea.

Name: Rodent Kontrol
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Comments : Rutty, I am an alumni of comm high class of 82 and found your site while surfing the net late, late at night. It gives me a warm special feeling seeing the pictures of you and your little friends in recognizable sites around Ann Arbor, i.e. the Farmers Market and the Arboretum. I wish i could say that students haven't changed much since I went to CHS but looking at the goofy photos of you and your wanna be alternative yet pathetically mainstream friends makes me regret my earlier warm special feeling and now i feel ashamed that the unpopular high school i went to that was always a haven for misfits, malcontents, slackers and drug abusers has become a trendy bourgeiose meat market of wanton teenage mediocrity. I am sorry if i have made you cry but on a personal note your web site is really tight. I hope you can handle the truth and I will be visiting your photo gallery and fashion page nightly. Monday July 20th 1998 11:39:00

Roko Lives
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lyrics

auuuuurghh
I'll I'll I'll write you a song
fast and bloody/ nice and strong
I'll sing it twice so it sounds long
see what i'm like after the bong
repeat 1x

Headless Catholics from beyond the Grave
Are trying to ruin the world
God said so but he never forgave
Headless Catholics from beyond the grave

there ripping out our brains
Made Ela Greenburg into a mindless slave
The Government could never stop them
They all hate us for the heads we shave
Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave

Discipline, Leather, Whips and Chains,
They'll never make there kids behave
Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave
I wonder where the world's going
They say it's Christ's way they pave
Headless Catholics from Beyond The Grave
Were having too much fun So the want our souls to save
Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave
They don't know what the real world is
They're old fashioned still living in caves
headless catholics from beyond the grave
Were Sinners! Losers! Moochers! and Wimps!
They're just faking, We took not gave
Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave
We see things the way that they are
But they are just not that brave
Headless Catholics from Beyond the Grave

Were free, free , free
Can't you tell?
and that freedom is what they crave
headless catholics from beyond the grave
So everybody do the Crucifix
and fuck the fucking Catholics

Teach Peace
is Feace
Kill to Get Peace

I need children
little children
To spread my word
Come with me you little children
Come dig my herb
the CIA after me
but I dont care
come with me my little children
please grow your hair
chorus 2x
I had a vision
a crazy vision
it came to me
I saw the hold Fucking world
on LSD
Reagan and his faggot pals
paying homage to me
chorus 2x

Kill Your Neighbor
Kill Your Neighbor Fuck Their Dog
Kill Your Neighbor Fuck Thier Dog
That's Right X2

I'm a Jock
Beyond Suspision
my Father is a pediatrician
Do horrible things with my cleaver
Then go after the
Golden Retriever
Football, Baseball, Hockey, Track
Grab an ax and start to hack
Repeat Chorus

Party With The Pope

Party With the Pope
Party With the Pope
I wanna Party With the Pope
All those cardinals can give up hope
cos I wanna Party With THe Pope
Party in the Vatican With all those nuns
Gonna buy the beer with Catholic Funds
Popes gonna thrash at this holy bash
We'll all get smashed off his scared stash
Party With the Pope
Party With the Pope
I wanna party with the Pope
Running out of papers
Gonna use the shroud
There's enough for the holy crowd
Chorus
Pope gets Drunk
Takes another Toke
He's just caught in a Polish Joke
Room begins to spin
Pope is gonna crash
Then we'll all get smA.d
off his sacred stash
Chorus
All the Catholic Funds are spent
After the Party We'll all repent
p> Heavy Metal Sucks
Black Sabbath Started It
Now it has turned to shit
Oh God I'm Sick of It
Heavy Metal Sucks
Go in any record Store
Motley CrÜe is a bore
I don't want to hear no more
Heavy Metal Sucks
Grow your Hair and Bang Your Head
Paint your Mustang Cherry Red
Your Brain has become Cheese Spread
Heavy Metal Sucks

Manchester Dan

Manchester Dan
Is the Manchester Man
He Drives a Duster has the tweet tan
If it's weed you need
Dan's such your lead
If the Vans a rockin'
Don't come knockin'
Say Hey
Say Ho
Say Hey Hey Hey
Say Ho
He comes to the party
Brings the Barcardi
Get's the chicks drunk
They fuck in the trunk

he's a bomb dude thats his only goal
sex drugs and rock and roll
He'll never wear a suit and tie
Dan's just not that kind-a guy

The Rodent Kontrol Theme Song

Were Rodent Were Rodent Were Rodent Kontrol
Repeat
Were a fucking Joke Band
Lamest in the Land
So Why don't you get smart
And leave before we start
All We Need to do
Is Borrow some equipment from You!

Were Rodent
Were Rodent
Were Rodent Kontrol
Some bands aim for perfection
We go the other direction
So why don't you get smart
And Leave before we start
Were Rodent
Were Rodent
Were Rodent Kontrol
Were outta control
(guitar solo)
Tuff Dikes

Tuff Dikes
From Detrit
Kinda Scary when you think of it
Repeat 2x
Here they come in mass forces
Wearing flannels look like horses
Chorus
They try to be just like men
Run away coz I'm scred of them
Hang around w/ their faggot pals
Little men with fighting gals
Groups of always 10 or more
finger fucking what a bore
Chorus
Stand on corners love to spit
pick one up for the fun of it
You'll get jumped by the scary crowd
Kick your ass before you throw a punch
stay away Shit coz their real scary
Their not men but just as hairy
Chorus
Hang around then to rallies
Beat men up in back allies
Repeat Chorus

Bipsy Death Binge
Your Hair is so Soft
It's like a bunny rabbit
I wish you would Fuck Off
Coz I think i've finally
Had it!!!
Those Bipsy chick
From Pioneer

Please Let Me Give You A Clove

please let me give you a clove
it's all I want to do
If you don't let me give you a clove
I'm not sure what I might do

E-MAIL RODENT KONTROL

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