Misc lyrics-if its not on any of the 4 main realeses then it MIGHT be here!

1. ApPlE oF SoDOm(lost highway soundtrack)
2. dOwN In tHe pArk(gary numan cover)
3. l0Ng hArD RoAd OuT oF hElL(spawn soundtrack)
4. ThE sUcK FoR yOuR SoLuTiOn(Howard stern soundtrack)
5. lEt YoUr eG0e DiE
6. ThIngmAkeR
7. wHiTE kNuCkLeS
8. LuCi IN tHe SkY wItH dEmOns
9. NeGaTiVe 3
10. cHoKlIt FaCtORy
11. taLk Of oNe, tHoUgHt Of nOnE
12. DeViL iN mY LuNcHboX
13. NuMbEr nInE
14. gOlDeN yEaRs(david bowie cover)
15. sOn Of mAn [thanks to The Dead Ego for finding\typing these for me]



ApPlE oF SoDOm(lost highway soundtrack)



I found the center of fruit is late,
It is the center of truth today,
Cut the apple in two,
Oh, I pray it isn't true,

I found the center of fruit is late,
Is the center of truth today,
I cut the apple in two,
Oh, I pray it isn't true,
I've got something you can never eat,
I've got something you can never eat,
I've got something you can never eat,
I've got something you can never eat,

I drained my heart and burn my soul,
I trained the core to stop my growth,
I pray to die in space,
to cover me in snow,
to cover me in snow,
cover me in snow,
I'm dying, I hope you're dying too,
cover me in snow,
I'm dying, I hope you're dying too(7x)

Take this from me, (hate me, hate me,)
Take this from me, (hate me, hate me,)

1, 2, 3, he is a speed bump mannequin,
1, 2, 3, he can't move just stand still,
1, 2, 3, he is a speed bump mannequin,
1, 2, 3, he can't move just stand still,

I've got something you can never eat,
I've got something you can never eat,
I've got something you can never eat, [repeat till fade]



dOwN In tHe pArk(gary numan cover)



Down in the park
Where the machmen meet the machines
And play `kill-by-numbers'
Down in the park with a friend called `five'

I was in a car crash
Or was it the war
But I've never been quite the same
Little white lies like "I was there"

Come to "zom-zom's" a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans
Trying to run

Oh look there's a rape machine
I'd go outside if he'd look the other way
You wouldn't believe
The things they do

(CHORUS)
"We are not lovers
We are not romantics
We are here to serve you"
A different face but the words never change

Down in the park
Where the chant is "death, death"
Until the sun cries morning
Down in the park with friends of mine



l0Ng hArD RoAd OuT oF hElL



I want to fly into your sun
Need faith to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ
Im a saint, got a date with suicide

Oh Mary, Mary
To be this young is oh so scary
Mary, Mary
To be this young im oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell

You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this

Spin my way out of hell, theres nothing left this soul to sell
Live fast and die you too
How many times to do this for you?
How many times to do this for you?

Mary, Mary
To be this young im oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell

You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this

I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell

Long hard road, out of hell

I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell

Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you



ThE sUcK FoR yOuR SoLuTiOn(Howard stern soundtrack)



Your mouth is like a suicide
Talkin like you never died
Automatic charisma
For your chemical mind
I'll suffer for you
I'll suffer for you
You're kissing me like benzocaine with your sleeping pill eyes
Melting me down and suck suck sucking my brain
I'm gonna hate you tomorrow
Because you make me hate you today
I'm gonna hate you tomorrow
Because you make me hate you today
I can be the one that you believe in
I can be the liar in your bed
I'll be the suck for your solution
Tell me that your sex isn't dead
Dead
Your sex is dead
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you since the day I was made
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you since the day I was made
I am the center of your hate
I'm gonna be you tomorrow
Because you make me hate you today
I can be the one that you believe in
I can be the liar in your bed
I'll be the suck for your solution
Tell me that your sex isn't dead
Dead
your sex is dead
All so tired
Desexed and jaded
Hopeless and souless and bored of the thrill
We make our death/sex/symbol
When we can't fuck then we kill
Dead
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you since the day I was made
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you
I've suffered for you since the day I was made



lEt YoUr eG0e DiE


The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time.
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her side.
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry.
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that she spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets.
Like to see you, baby,
All torn up inside.
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die.
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die.
Die, die, die.



ThIngmAkeR


You want to look like me.
You want to act like me.
You've got no sense of your own identity.
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we.
That's not what I want to be
So fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
You can't begin to feel, you can't begin to feel,
You can't begin to feel.
I said fuck you
I don't want to know you.
I don't want to know.
(Chorus: It's about time, I've made up my mind.
Get out of my life you motherfucker.
It's about time, made up my mind.
I'm taking what's mine
You motherfucker.)
You are made
From things you steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
Can't begin to feel
So fuck you
You suck my energy, my personality.
You steal steal steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
Can't begin to feel
So fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
So you're a pitiful thief, you're a pitiful thief,
You're a pitiful thief.
Fuck you.
I don't want to know you, I don't want to know.
(Chorus)
You are made from things you steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
can't begin to feel.
Fuck you.
If you want to worship me then just worship me.
Don't even try to be.
You're a fucking thief, you're a fucking thief,
a fucking thief.
Fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
You're a fucking thief.
I don't want to know you.



wHiTE kNuCkLeS


Smack dab flat on my back.
The solid ground begins to crack.
I pulled her down and down and down.
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown.
(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you.
You pulled me through with white knuckles.
White knuckles. White knuckles.)
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand.
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace.
Red smears across her face.
(Repeat Chorus Twice)



LuCi IN tHe SkY wItH dEmOns



I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs.
You run like roaches, and you try to die.
I know your poison, in our space we'll lie.
To an obscene god we will dance and spit.
The skin is thin, in our beds we sit.
We take off our rings and we kneel.
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal.
Stretch a little boy hole
For looking-glass people.
I don't want to be me.
I don't want to fear, no.
Momma's got a scarecrow.
Got to let the corn grow.
A man can't always reap what he sows.
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime.
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.)
Leave yourself to be ultra-here.
The chill of fall is always crawling near.
Spiders in the flowers
Never know their smell.
The barbers here know secrets
They will never tell.
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime.
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.)



NeGaTiVe 3


Give me your blood, your teeth, your high school pictures.
Your words can't begin to satisfy my needs.
Give me your hand, I'll never give you flowers.
Your touch can't begin to satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time.
You can't save you.
Nothing comes between you and I.
Don't know what you see in my negativity.
I know you know it's one part you and three parts me.
Show me your scars, show me your broken mirrors.
Your dreams can't begin to satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time.
You can't hide from me.
Can't hide what's inside in your mind.
Don't know what you see in my negativity.
Always was and always will be, three parts me.



cHoKlIt FaCtORy


One boy, entertained
By the torments of another soul.
Touching was confusing
And he found that he was all alone.
He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit.
Sweets soaked insecurities.
And sugar teased his need to kill.
(Chorus: Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
Some know indulgence.
Some know, and some go much too far.)
They came, hypnotized
By the promise in his somber grin.
He saw something
In the weakness of their skin.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Interlude: Boat Ride lyrics from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.)
Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity:
Polaroids to covet,
And bones to hide in 213.
(Repeat Chorus)



taLk Of oNe, tHoUgHt Of nOnE


....Another night of too much cough syrup.
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone.
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes,
And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
Again, the ringing.
Slowly, I bustle out of bed,
The remnants of an erection
Still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest.
Again, the ringing.
Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom,
As to not display my manhood to others.
There, I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green.
Again, the ringing.
I shake twice like most others,
And I'm annoyed by the dribble
That always seems to remain,
Causing a small acreage of wetness
On the front of my briefs.
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
....I mean, cigars....
In his easy chair.
I know ALL about easy chairs.
And then I sing a song for my friends:
"Jesus is my boyfriend!
Jesus is my boyfriend!
You can't have him, Because Jesus is my boyfriend!"
Ringing, ringing, dang it!
Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing!
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly
At that shreiking plastic bastard.
Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her.
And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me.
"We are the world.
We are the children.
We are the ones who make a darker day,
So lets start killing.
There's a choice you're making,
We're sparing our own lives.
It's true we make a darker day,
Just you and me."



DeViL iN mY LuNcHboX


(An effected, distorted piece; half spoken, half sung)
Sometimes I'll just bring maybe an action figure or two.
You know....
Other times, I'll bring my garlic spread.
You know, the garlic spread....
The garlic spread's important.
And then you just walk around,
And the people always come up
And they're always sayin',
"Whaddya got in yer lunchbox?"
"For the most part, it's usually my lunch,
You goddamn cunt."
I get so mad.
But you know....
Yeah, they....
Sometimes I'll just....
I just
SCREEEEEAM!
"Hit it!"
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's right over there
Next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
And the banana.
That's right.
There is a devil in my lunchbox.
There is a devil in my lunchbox.
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
And the banana
That sometimes you gotta bruise
Like one of them strippers at the Peach Tree Lounge.
That's on Power Line Road,
Right next to the pound,
By the 7-11.
Devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
There is a devil.
There is a devil.
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
Devil, devil, devil in my lunchbox.
(Repeat Several Times)
There's a devil in my lunchbox!



NuMbEr nInE


"Take my money,"
Is all I think.
He looks at the earring.
"Fag," he mumbles.
I don't mind.
He's fat.
No one likes him.
Life's too short.
I pass a table of black girls
With short hair.
They look like men.
They all look the same.
I can hear the strobe now,
It's loud.
And the music's too bright.
I look for my friends,
But I can't remember if I came alone
Or not.
Doesn't matter though.
There's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives,
No doubt,
To be my friend.
And as I near the bar
I see two persons
Eating each other's faces.
I bark to the bartender.
He gives me a placebo.
I'm "so young," he tells me,
"To be here."
I nod and swallow the bland drink.
Then I stumble several times
Near a crowd,
And they think I'm a good dancer.
I hear a girl tell another girl
That some girl she knows
Watched a
Girl
Puke in the toilet.
I smile in their general direction.
The good-looking one comes over
And bites my cheek.
It hurts,
And I start to
Hit her.
But she's grinning,
And I can see my blood on her teeth.
And I pull her to me.
"My place or yours?"
"The gutter will be fine," she confesses.
As we walk out,
She takes another bite from my cheek,
And I smile at the fat man
By the door.



gOlDeN yEaRs(david bowie cover)


Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some
strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby

There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop (11 times)



sOn Of mAn [AGAIN thanks to The Dead Ego for finding/typing these for me]


Rise up, son of man
New York cities' Son of Sam

With a gun in hand
He reaps the women of our land

Blood and family
Darkness, death, depravity

Keep out of his way
Live to lie another day

(Spoken)
He picked up a .44 calibur gun
to shoot her down, down

He was told to kill
Taunting demons gave him will

Fearing, lonely nights
Some lift him for hating light

Chorus:
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengence
That he soon will unfurl

Now the time is here
For Son of Sam to spread fear

Father, holy goat
Wicked Son who kills the most

Chorus:
Nobody wants him
They just all turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he'll get his revenge

down, down, down.......

Gun shots full of lead
Fill his victims full of dread

Running as fast as they can
Son of Sam kills again

down, down, down......