So your’re in the kids’ ward
You’re in there cos you’re ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill

Time to hit the scool bus
I think I’ll shoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires

Ever wanted to die?
Of course you have
But I won’t till I get my revenge
I don’t wanna see people any more

Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Anyone can be king for a day

So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours….

Stealing People’s Mail
We ain’t going to the party
We ain’t going to the game
We ain’t going to the disco
Ain’t gonna cruise down main

We’re

stealing people’s mail stealing people’s mail stealing people’s mail On a friday night

Drivin’ in the mountains
Winding ’round and ’round
Rummage thru your mailboxes
Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and cancelled checks
Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We’re gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We’re gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of you
Ha Ha

People say that we’re crazy
We’re sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
We’re rolling on the floor

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and cancelled checks
We cut relationships with your friends

We’re gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We’re gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught
We’ll be dumped in institutions
Where we’ll be drugged and shocked
’Til we come out born-again Christians….

Funland at the Beach
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park
See the fat kids spill their pop
Oh babe—lots of flags and balloons
But someone sabotaged the rollercoaster last night

Ran a turn and then it smashed right down
Thru the crowded haunted house below
Oh No
Human hamburger No

And it’s

Crushed little Kids Crushed little Kids Crushed little Kids Adorn the boardwalk

See the tourists drop their jaws and cones
See the owners smell a big lawsuit
Oh Police! (call your lawyer first)
Make the witnesses go home
And they’ll turn on the TV

And see the crushed little kids
Adorn the boardwalk….

Ill in the Head
In a desperate mind
Little gardens grow
They grow very wide
They grow very tall

Why am I alive
Urban Wonderland
By the fence I stand
In and out of hand

There are many paths
Dripping dark so dense
Do not enter here
Enter over there

People closing in
Barking at my mind
Shoving me to wine
I want all alone

I want my own home
I want my own girl
Help me hate the world
Own and love my life

Holiday in Cambodia
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear…

It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife

You’re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you’ll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son….

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc….

And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

Viva Las Vegas
Twilight City gonna set my soul
It’s gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that’s ready to burn
So get those stakes up high

There’s a thousand pretty women waiting out there
They’re all waiting, they’ll never make air
And I’m just the devil with a lung to spare, so

Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas

How I wish that there were more
Than the 24 hours in the day
Even if I ran out of speed, boy
I wouldn’t sleep a minute of the way

Oh that blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel
I’ll poach your money lost on every deal
All you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so

Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas
Where the neon signs flash your name
The one-arm bandits cash in
All soap’s down the drain
Viva Las Vegas
Turning day into nighttime
Turning night into daytime
If you see it once
You’ll never be the same again

Gotta keep on running
Gonna have me some money
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke
Then I’ll always remember that
I had a swingin’ time

Oh, I’m gonna give it everything I’ve got
Lady Luck’s with me, the dice stay hot
Got coke up my nose to dry away the snot, so

Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
Viva, viva Las Vegas

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