Knickerless Pain - Still In his Bathroom Studio

The cover art IS completed for his new album.

The title IS done, too. Here!

Sadly, the actual music isn't done yet.

Knickerless, the well known Payne in the ass, has had an anal prolapse. He's been sitting on the toilet most of the time, moaning and listening to the mournful whistle of an ever-escaping peep of gas.

He strums his out-of-tune guitar and tries to come up with lyrics. Neighbors can sometimes hear him shouting "Fuck Obama," and "I Have No Girlfriend" and "Why Did the Tart Kick Me In the Balls."

One helpful person slipped some short five-line poems under his bathroom door, and maybe he'll work with them and at least get a SINGLE done. "I promise to buy it, if it's under sixpence," declared the senile Lord of the Boot Sale, a defrocked mollusk with no visible means of walking around without falling over.

THE A SIDE:

I knew a dumb moron named Savage.

Whose mind was quite hopelessly ravaged.

A scan of his head

Seemed to show he was dead.

And his brain was a stink-load of cabbage.