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Listen and Read the Lyrics to Mark Kozelek’s ‘War on Drugs, Suck My Cock’

The dis track debuted on Kozelek's website last night and it's ridiculous as expected

The year’s most unexpected musical feud took yet another turn for the preposterous last night with the release of “War on Drugs: Suck My Cock,” Mark Kozelek’s continued excoriation of his unwitting Ottawa Folk Fest foes. The song is seven minutes long and sounds exactly like something off of the first side of Sun Kil Moon’s Benji if you don’t pay attention to the lyrics (which, uh, try very hard to command your attention). Simply put, it is the best (or at least most fun) dis track by a non-rapper since Taylor Swift’s “Dear John.”

Of course,  the thing is totally ridiculous and 100 percent out of line — if you take it seriously, anyway (which we don’t and we certainly hope Kozelek doesn’t), or if you’re a long-suffering fan like poor Michael Nelson at Stereogum. Kozelek also takes lyrical detours to hurl bombs at his Chapel Hill fanbase (“drunk hillbillies”) and the blogger who wrote about his incendiary (in the not-good way) North Carolina concert, Allison Hussey of Indy Wire (“Some spoiled kid rich bitch blogger brat”). If you’re any one of these people — or an actual member of the War on Drugs, who must be pretty damn perplexed by all of this — maybe don’t listen. If not, you can enjoy cackling incredulously from the sidelines.

Here are the full lyrics, and you can listen in the video above.

We were up on stage I heard a classic drum fill
Blasting 100 decibels over the hill
It was getting pretty loud, I asked who it was
A guy in a raincoat shouted back “They’re called War on Drugs”
It sounded like basic John Fogerty rock
I said “This next song is called The War on Drugs can suck my cock.”

Suck my cock, War on Drugs (x8)

We were playing a show down in Chapel Hill
To a bunch of drunk hillbillies, and it smelled like swill
Microphones didn’t work, the staff couldn’t give a fuck
The crowd was getting out of hand and I told them all to shut the fuck up

All you rednecks, shut the fuck up (x8)

Someone got offended and wrote a piece of crap
Some spoiled bitch rich kid blogger brat
She posted some graffiti done by some half wit
Who thought my name was “Sun Kil Moon,” what a dumb shit

Sun Kil Moon, go fuck yourself (x8)

I met War on Drugs tonight and they’re pretty nice
But their hang is long and greasy, hope they don’t have lice
I heard them do their soundcheck, next to the birds (Byrds?)
They’re definitely the whitest band I’ve ever heard

The whitest band I’ve ever heard is War on Drugs (x8)

There’s war!

They’re playing the Fillmore tonight, and it’s sold out
Bridge-and-tunnel people are people too, this is their big night out
They smoke a joint with their buddies on their way in their cars
They’re gonna rock out tonight to some good commercial lead guitar

Bridge-and-tunnel people love them some War on Drugs (x8)

War on Drugs, suck my cock / War on Drugs, beer commercial rock (x2)

War on Drugs loves Fleetwood Mac
War on Drugs loves Mellencamp
War on Drugs, let’s give ‘em a cheer
War on Drugs, to make three albums took ‘em nine fucking years

(Applause)

War on Drugs suck my cock (x11)
(OK, so it’s gonna just gonna fade out)