Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
She just
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think I am
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Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubstakes on the offering plate
Supplication, congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
Falsities, falsities
Falsified factuality's
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something, something, something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
Meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And Satan is your sorry excuse
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I wanna be the fish.
I like the way he swims.
I bend my arms to fins.
Ego scales my skin.
I grab a sharp stick
And I cut my gills.
The water rushes in
I'm too young to live this life.
I wanna be the fish.
I like the way he swims.
I grab a sharp stick.
I'm too young to live inside this life
They want me to stay.
This life I cannot feign.
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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.
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Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.
I want you to my balls
In Paris, Niagara Falls.
I want you to lick my toes.
Los Angeles, San Francisco,
With the fags and the 'ho's.
Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.
Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.
Oh oh oh oh.
Oh oh oh oh.
Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.
Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.
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You bite the tin foil they give you
Your puny mind is entombed
You are amused by your confusion
Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone
I'll mail you razor blades for Christmas
If you're so disgusted then leave the wicked way
You are confused by your amusement
The hypocrite will be the first to see the filth
You want to look like me
You want to look like
You want to live like me
You want to live like
You want to live like me
You want to live like
You want to look like me
You want to look like
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
This won't hurt...
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to touch me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to touch me
You're just as filthy as filth can be
Like a piņata you crack open
Your candy guts cascade in rainbow
You decay in your own containment
the sweetest insides are all coated with their filth
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to touch me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to touch me
You're just as filthy as filth can be
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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.
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
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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.
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.
Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're going
Or which way the wind is blowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes!
The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
Stop the boat!
Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity:
Polaroid's to covet,
And bones to hide in 213.
Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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her 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 precede 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 shrieking 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."
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If I had time to kill the world I'd try
Oh no
But I'm busy
Killing me
I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
The striper girls will not be coming back
In the summer for me
Me
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying
As winter lives
Spring
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free
Yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button nose
Yeah
Bottled in the ground too long
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
But I'm busy
Kill is ever me(?)
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying
As winter lives
Spring
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free
Yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button nose
Yeah
Spring
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Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red red in my head
Red red in my head
I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a Barbie doll
Love hate viscerate.
Take this flesh and meditate
I sat there with her
We sat there two
She said to me
What should we do
I know some tricks
And I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red red in my head
Red red in my head
Red red they call me red
Red in the bed
The girl