AS UGLY AS THEY WANNA BE

MADMAN
written by Klaus Eichstadt

Disneyland is the place to be, c'mon baby, just you and me
Hand in hand, to Disneyland, we go, not slow
Happiest place, in the world until a madman grabs a girl
Hand in hand, with the madman she goes
Knife gleamin' no feelin's, axe wieldin', child stealin'
madman is loose... in Disneyland
Come here little girl if you wanna see
Peter Pan's Magic flight on L.S.D.
Up and down, all around, we go
Knife gleamin' no feelin's, axe wieldin', child stealin'
madman is loose... in Disneyland
Madman is loose in Disneyland, he's back here by popular demand
Madman is loose in Disneyland, he'll take no shit but he'll take your head
Surprise, Surprise, I'm comin' at ya' live
I sure as hell ain't Mickey Mouse, I'm a killer in disguise
You can run and you can hide
But you ain't gettin' away 'cause I got you in my sight
Axe wieldin', child stealin'
I'm a mad motherfuckin' man and I'm loose ... in Disneyland
have you heard the news, madman sure is loose
Got you by the noose, have his way with you
Nothin' you can do, headlines in the news
Madman sure is loose, in Disneyland
Disneyland is the place to be, in California by the sea
Sunny day, well A.O.K., for now, and how
Knife gleamin' no feelin's, axe wieldin', child stealin'
madman is loose ... in Disneyland

WHIPLASH LIQUOR
written by Klaus Eichstadt, Roger Lahr and Whitfield Crane

Suburban white alcoholic trash
We ain't glam and we ain't trash
We're victims of a society
That fucks with me about sobriety
They say don't drink this and don't drink that
'cause it does a little more than just make you fat
It's a serious disease that you learn about in school
And if your dad's an alcoholic then you'll be one too
Now my mom and dad don't have a clue
That the one-fifty-one is now eighty proof
And all the times I borrowed the car
Not as a ride but as a shitface bar
Fuck yeah! I got the venom in my veins
God damn! This shit is drivin' me insane
Boo ya! I ain't ever gonna be the same
Whiplash liquor, sure is quicker, it's the best!
Weekend comes and my parents are gone
It's time to party once I mow the lawn
Havin' fun ain't that a fact
It's rock 'n' roll in the cul-de-sac
Invite everyone and your neighbors too
It's gonna be a whacked out rock 'n roll zoo
But don't be blabbin' it around my mother
But invite everyone and your skate rat brother
Fuck yeah! I got the venom in my veins
God damn! This shit is drivin' me insane
Boo ya! I ain't ever gonna be the same
Whiplash liquor, makes you sicker, it's the best!

TOO BAD
written by Whitfield Crane and Eric Philips

Too many times I've seen your kind
Washed upon the shore
Too many times you locked me out
Johnny knockin, knocking at your door
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But you're holding on too tight
And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
Now your time is through
So many highs and lows right now
What are we to do
You know we're trying so damn hard
Johnny just to try and talk to you
You're swimming in an ocean
It's so black and cold
I feel you got the notion
And it's eating at your soul
And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, Johnny
Now your time is through
She said, she knew the answer
He was falling - falling faster
Round and round and round - no where to go
Someone had to help the boy
He said no, no, no
So many mixed emotions
And they're driving you insane
A grip on some reality
Silence quiet on your window pain
You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But you're holding on too tight

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
written by Klaus Eichstadt and Whitfield Crane

I, hate the rain and sunny weather
And I, hate the beach and moutains too
And I don't like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, I, I, hate the country side too
And I, hate everything about you
...everything about you
I don't like a thing about your mother
And I, I hate your daddy's guts too
I, don't like a thing about your sister
'cause I, I, I, think sex is overrated too.
And I, get sick when I'm around, I, can't stand to be around
I, hate everything about you
Some say I got a bad attitude
But that don't change the way I feel about you
And if you think this might be bringing me down
Look again cause I ain't wearin' no frown
I don't really care about your sister
Fuck the little bitch 'cause I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
Put her on the bed and she didn't say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
The way it comes, the way it's gonna' go
You think it's sad, well that's too bad
'cause I'm havin' a ball hatin'
Every little thing about you
Everything about you, everything about
I get sick when I'm around
I can't stand to be around
I hate everything about you

SWEET LEAF / FUNK FRESH COUNTRY CLUB
written by Tony Iommi, Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Ozzy Osbourne (Sweet Leaf), Whitfield Crane and Eric Philips (Funky Fresh Country Club)

When I first met you, didn't realize
I can't forget you, for your suprize
you introduced me, to my mind
And left me wanting, you and your kind
Oh yeah!
Straight people don't know, what your about
They put you down and shut you out
you gave to me a new belief
and soon the world will love you sweet leaf
Oh yeah!
Funky fresh tunes
And you're walking down the street
And you're trying to find the girl
That you really want to meet
You're flying past the reef
And you're drinking shrunking heads
You wake up in the morning
And you wish that you were dead
As you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine
Now the country club is cold
And the country club is mean
The attendants at the country club
Ain't something to be seen
If you're messing with my girl
You're messing with your life
Cause I'm gonna cut you
With a big, big knife
You bet your fuckin' life
Now as you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine
I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear
I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear
Going downtown in the back of a car
Some motha'fucka' left the door ajar
Remember what your parents said
Be home by eight and in your bed
Now as you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine

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