Cake And Sodomy
i am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck.
virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
redneck burnout, 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
TIME FOR CAKE AND SODOMY
(i am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck)
vcr's and vaseline, t.v. 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 thier place
yeah, right, great if your so good explain the shit stains on your face
WHITE TRASH GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, TIME FOR CAKE AND SODOMY
TIME FOR CAKE AND SODOMY Back to the TOCLunchbox
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, 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 Back to the TOCOrgan Grinder
i am the face of piss and shit and suger
i do a crokked litlle dance with my funny litlle monkey
what i want, what i want is just your children
i hate what i have become to escape what i hate being
calliopent envy from your daddy
you're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear
what i say disgust him
let's do a funny litlle dance with my funny litlle monkey
the black keys
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
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 sketh 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 Back to the TOCCyclops
cyclops woman got one eye in her head
mascara 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 nailed as 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
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
dialate, dialate Back to the TOCDope Hat
i peek into the hole, i struggle for control
the children love the show, but 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, its 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, it's filled with this and that
my visions getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
stars and pins and needles dance before our eyes
they will bite the hand, if it is slower than, the quickness of thier 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 hats wearing me.. Back to the TOCGet Your Gunn
goddamn your righteous hand.
i eat innocent meat
the housewife i will beat
the pro-life i will kil
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 in you shit
i hate therefore i am
goddamn you righteous hand
goddamn, goddamn
goddamn, goddamn
psuedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
don't 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
psuedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
don't mean a fuck to me
i am the vhs
record me with your fist
you want me to save the world
i'm just a little girl
psuedo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
don't mean a fuck to me
get your gunn, get your gunn
get your gunn, get your gunn... get Back to the TOCWrapped In Plastic
guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
to grow in out kitchen in the pies we bake
feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
twisting our guts to make our spines to jelly
stay, don't want to go now
drove the children from thier chores
handcrafted housewives into whores
fear of the beast is calling it near
creating what we're hating, its only fear that is here
stay, 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
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 his daughter
while mommy's sleeping at night
to wash away sin you must take offyour skin
the righteous father wears the yellowest grin
"don't wanna go now"
stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now
come into our home, won't you stay?
i know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic Back to the TOCDogma
burn the witches, burn the witches, don't 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, 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 Back to the TOCSweet 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 you afraid of
my diesease, disease is draining me
i want you more when you're 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 your cry
i want you more when you afraid of
my disease, disease is draining me
i want you more when you're afraid of me
i will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine Back to the TOCSnake 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, you car's just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch an 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 your fucker, your is mine
snake eyes and sisses
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
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
i ain't no working' 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
i ain't no workin' man, i do the best i can, i got the devil's hand
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slacker's hand
(oh no, oh no)
Back to the TOCMy Monkey
i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and know 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)
i had a little monkey
i sent him tot he country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choom, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what i am is what i am, i can't live forever)
we are oen wicked gods
with little g's and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
i had a little monky and i sent him to the country
and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance Back to the TOCMisery 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, to the abbey of thelema
blood is pavement
the grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth mke me sick sick sick
the objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
we're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema
blood is pavement
"when you ride you're ridden, when your ride, you're ridden"
i am fueled by filth and fury
do what i will, i will hurry, there
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement
blood is pavement Back to the TOC Smells Like Children
Sweet DreamsSweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
(Chorus: Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.)
(Repeat First Verse)
(Chorus)
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(Whispering and Moaning:
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.)
(Repeat Three Times)
Movin' on!
(Repeat First Verse)
(Chorus)
I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you. Back to TOC
Lunchbox
Get Your Gunn
Sweet Dreams