on we plow
the big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
try to tell me, tell me heīs the best
but I donīt really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and iīm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and iīm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and iīm 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, gonna 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, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow
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

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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
youīre not gonna hear what he donīt want to hear
what I say disgusts him
he wants to be me and that scares him
"letīs do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey"
the black keys
here is my real head, here is my real head
they try to blink me not to think me
donīt want to bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
my prison skinīs an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
I am your son
your dad
your fag
I am your fad
here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
here is my real head

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Cyclops

cyclops woman got one eye in her head
mascara-clotted vision she is fed
cyclops woman canīt see nothing at all
she got a pin-prick-spiral hole
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
cyclops woman dying in her shell
guilt got her trapped in nailed in well
cyclops woman is the eye of the world
whoīs reflectionīs in the retina?
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
dialate, dialate

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Dope Hat

I peek in to 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 hey seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, itīs no suprise
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, itīs filled whit this and that
my visionīs getting fat, the rabbitīs just a monkey in disguise
stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
they will bit the hand if it is slower than the quicknes of their scrutinizing eyes
fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
my 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

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Get Your Gunn

goddamn you righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
the housewife I will beat
the profile I will kill
what you wonīt do I will
I bash myself to sleep
what you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasnīt me
I am the little stick
your stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
goddamn you righteous hand
goddamn, goddamn
goddamn, goddamn
psedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
donīt mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
the most that I can learn
is in records that you burn
get your gunn, get your gunn,
get your gunn, get your gunn
psedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
donīt mean a fuck to me
I am the vhs
record me with your fist
you want me to save the world
Iīm just a little girl
psedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
donīt mean a fuck to me
get your gunn, get your gunn,
get your gunn, get your gunn...get

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Wrapped in Plastic

guilt is a snake we beat with rake
to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
twistling our guts make our spines to jelly
stay, donīt want to go now
drove the children from their chores
handcrafted housewives into whores
fear of the beast is calling it near
creating what weīre hating, itīs only fear that is here
stay, donīt want to go now
come inte our home, wonīt you stay?
I know the steak is cold but itīs wrapped in plastic
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
I know the steak is cold but itīs wrapped in plastic
Iīm only as deep as the self that I dig
Iīm only as sick as the stick in the pig
"thin and so white, thin and so white,"
daddy tells the daughter
while mommyīs sleeping at night
to wash away sin you must take off your skin
the righteous father wears the yellow*st grin
"donīt wanna go now"
stay, donīt wanna go now, stay, donīt wanna go now
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
I know the steak is cold but itīs wrapped in plastic

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Dogma

burn the witches, burn the witches, donīt take time to sew 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, donīt take time to sew the stitches
good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I donīt need your hate, I decide my fate
you cannot sedate all the things you hate

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Sweet Tooth

her heart shivers in my hand
sheīs melting on me like cotton candy
I make the face that make you cry,
I want you more when youīre afraid of
my disease, disease is draining me
anymore youīre not so "pretty please"
disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when youīre afraid of me
I will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine
her hair hangs in swollen strings
Iīm choking on her, it feels so sickening
I make the face that make you cry
I want you more when youīre afraid of
my disease, disease is draining me
anymore youīre not so pretty, please
disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when youīre afraid of me
I will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine

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Snake Eyes and Sissies

wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride
I donīt work but I can work with it to split your smile
run you down without a twitc, your carīs is just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ainīt no workinī man, I do the best I can, I got the devilīs hand
rollinī sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slackers hand
my afternoonīs remote control
daydream milk an genocide
tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
butter knife in your side
what I got I got for free, middle finger technology
whatīs yours is mine, yours is mine, told your fucker, yours is mine
snake eyes for sissies
I ainīt no workinī man, I do the best I can, I got the devilīs hand
rollinī sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slackers hand
I am the pedophileīs dream
a messianic peter pan
just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man
I ainīt no workinī man, I do the best I can, I got the devilīs hand
rollinī sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slackers hand
I ainīt no workinī man, I do the best I can, I got the devilīs hand
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slackers hand
(oh no, oh no)

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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, krocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkeyīs dead
at least he looks that way, but then again donīt we all?
(what I make is what I am, I canīt be forever)
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread
along came a choo-choo, krocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkeyīs dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you..make you...break you...lookout"
(what I make is what I am, I canīt be forever)
we are our one wicked gods
with little "gīs" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on ginger bread
along came a choo-choo, krocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkeyīs dead
the primate scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mindīs dissonance

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Misery Machine

man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666
we wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bendsthe needles grow
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
weīre gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, the abbey of thelema
blood is pavement
the grill in the front is my sinisters grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
the objekts may be larger then they appear in the mirror
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
weīre gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, the abbey of thelema
blood is pavement
"when you ride yourīre ridden, when you ride, youīre ridden"
I a fueled by filth and fury
do what I will, I will hurry there, there
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
my blood is pavement

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