Pop Culture Bulimia [Explicit Lyrics]

Pop Culture Bulimia [Explicit Lyrics]

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<"b000086g1s2999"> About the Artist
Whiskey Dick was born Richard Allen Falkowski just outside of Austin, Texas on July 26, 1948. "Same birthday as that faggot Mick Jagger" he would later say. Anyway, he was raised on the typical white trash musical fare of the day, Hank Williams, Lefty Frizell, and Woody Guthrie. Although he came to believe Woody Guthrie was a "left" wing pussy and God killed him for it with that "Red, Commie, Korean's disease."

He developed a flair (some say genius) for hard-headed ignorance and a mean-spirited sociopathic disregard for the feelings of others at an age when most of us were just learning to speak in complete sentences. His father was proud, very proud.

Although, his father worked hard to teach him the staple southern principals of hard-core racism, brutality toward people of color, and the I superiority of the white race, he never took it to heart. He was annoyed by, and hated everyone equally for no particular reason. He did this intrinsically, at a deep, organic level. He used to say: "I love to make people mad. It gives me a boner." Indeed.

He made his father so angry one night that he suffered a stroke, and was paralyzed. His father came home half-drunk and young Richard pissed on his head from the broken down roof of their hovel, taunting him. "Better to be pissed off than pissed on that's what you taught me Daddy."

While possessing some musical talent and undeniable stamina, commercial success still eluded him. He was forced from the tour after an outdoor fair in West Michigan. He took up a job as a prison guard in the Ionia State Correctional Institution for Women. He reportedly said it was the only "straight" job he ever felt qualified for or inclined to do.

Like so many other, legendary American Musical figures W.D.'s life was cut tragically short. On a cold November night an Ionia County dairy farmer heard singing coming from the barn. He burst in finding a half-dressed drunken W. D. trying to take advantage of his prized Dairy cow. In the struggle that ensued, the enraged farmer strangled W.D. with the cord from the milking machine. He died naked to the waist, covered with milk and hay. He was only 24 years old.

He wrote what would be perhaps his last lyrical effort on the back of a pornographic playing card found in his wallet.

Kill, Kill, Kill
Everyone in the face
and then ya smash em
right up in the Hell!

Indeed,

Buster Falkowski-Great Nephew-Biographer

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Pop Culture Bulimia [Explicit Lyrics]

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