1. Prelude (The Family Trip)
2. Cake And Sodomy
3. Lunchbox
4. Organ Grinder
5. Cyclops
6. Dope Hat
7. Get Your Gunn
8. Wrapped In Plastic
9. Dogma
10. Sweet Tooth
11. Snake Eyes And Sissies
12. My Monkey
13. Misery Machine
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Prelude (The Family Trip)
There''s no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going
There''s no knowing where we''re rowing or which way the river''s flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a spec of light is showing so the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES!!!
The danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they''re certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!!!
Stop the boat
Cake And Sodomy
I am the god of fuck! I am the god of fuck!
Virgins sold in quanity, herded by heredity
Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn''t kind?"
Porno-nation, evaluation. What''s this "time for segregation"
Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation
White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
VCR''s and vaseline, TV-fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and dick on screen, who said God was ever clean?
Bible-belt ''round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
Yeah, right, great if you''re so good explain the shit stains on your face
Lunchbox
Next motherfucker''s gonna get my metal
On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he''s the best
But I don''t really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I''m armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I''m armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I''m armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be so no one fucks with me
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground
wanna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker
Pow Pow Pow
Organ Grinder
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want, what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You''re not gonna hear what he don''t want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him
"Let''s do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey"
The black keys
Here is my real head, here is my real real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
They try to blink me not to think me
Don''t want to bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skin''s an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
I am your son
Your dad
Your fag
I am your fad
Cyclops
Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman can''t see nothing at all
She got a pin-prick-spiral hole
She can''t see nothing, nothing at all
She can''t see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in her nailed well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Who''s reflection''s in the retina?
She can''t see nothing, nothing at all
She can''t see nothing, nothing at all
Dialate, Dialate
Dope Hat
I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show,
but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin,
but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it''s no surprise
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat, it''s filled with this and that
My vision''s getting fat, the rabbit''s just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower
than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Get Your Gunn
Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won''t do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn''t me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgements and goodguy badges
don''t mean to fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
Want me to save the world
I''m just a little girl
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Wrapped In Plastic
Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
Stay, yeah, don''t want to go now
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what we''re hating, it''s only fear that is here
Stay, yeah, don''t want to go now
Come into our home, won''t you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it''s wrapped in plastic
I''m only as deep as the self that I dig
I''m only as sick as the stick in the pig
Thin and so white, thin and so white
Daddy tells the daughter while mommy''s sleeping at night
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
"Don''t wanna go now"
Stay, yeah, don''t want to go now
Dogma
Burn the witches, burn the witches,
don''t take time to sew your your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges,
don''t take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don''t need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate, all the things you rape
Sweet Tooth
Her heart shivers in my hand,
she''s melting on me like cotton candy
I make the faces that make you cry,
I want you more when afraid of my disease,
disease is draining me
Anymore your not so "pretty please"
disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when your afraid of me
I will break you inside out, you are mine, you are mine
Her hair hangs in swollen strings,
I''m choking on her it feels so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry,
I want more when your afraid of my disease,
disease is draining me,
I want you more when your afraid of me
Snake Eyes And Sissies
Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride
I don''t work but I can work with it to split your smile
Run you down without a twitch, your car''s just not as big as mine
Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain''t no workin'' man, I do the best I can,
I got the devil''s hand rollin'' sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can,
I got the slacker''s hand
My afternoon''s remote control, daydream milk and genocide
Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
Butter knife in your side
What I got I got for free, middle finger technology
What''s yours is mine, yours is mine,
told you fucker, yours is mine
Snake eyes for sissies
I am the pedophile''s dream, a messianic peter pan
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy,
I can never be a man
My Monkey
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country
and I fed him on ginger bread
Along came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo,
and now my monkey''s dead
At least he looks that way, but then again don''t we all?
What I make is what I am
I can''t be forever
"make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout"
We are our own wicked gods, with little g''s and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
the primate''s scream of consonance
is a reflection of his own mind''s dissonance
Misery Machine
Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
We''re gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, blood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister grin,
bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror
When you ride you''re ridden, when you ride you''re ridden
I am fueled with the filth and fury,
Do what I will, I will hurry there
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