The Hands of Small Children (1:34)
Diary of a Dope Fiend (5:55)
Shitty Chicken Gang Bang (1:19)
Kiddie Grinder (remix) (4:22)
Sympathy for the Parents (1:00)
Sweet dreams(4:52)
Everlasting Cocksucker (remix) (5:13)
Fuck Frankie (1:47)
I Put A Spell on You(3:36)
May Cause Discoloration of the Urine or Feces (3:58)
Scabs, Guns and Peanut Butter (1:00)
Dance of the Dope Hats (4:39)
White trash(2:48)
Dancing with the One-Legged (0:45)
Rock and Roll Nigger (3:30)

Diary of a Dope Fiend

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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Kiddie 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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Sympathy for the Parents

"I want to know, um,
why it is that all of you seem to have satanic signs all over you,
and what is that make--
does this music make you do what you do?"
"is that directed at us, of the parents?"
"that's funny, twiggy."
"uh, does the music cause us to do what we do,
or do we cause the music to do what it does, I think.
I think that moshing is, is a sign of, uh,
what christians would call, uh, the apocalypse..."

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Sweet Dreams

(Originally written and recorded in the early '80s by The Eurythmics.
From the Smells Like Children EP, 1995.)

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.

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Everlasting Cocksucker

white... white, white, white, white trash, white trash, white, white trash...
I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck...
go on and smile you cunt.
virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity.
red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?"
porno, 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...
white trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy...
time for cake and sodomy...
time for cake and sodomy...
whit trash, white, white, white, white, white trash, white trash...
I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck...
VCR's and Vaseline, TV-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 there place.
yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on you face.
white trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy...
white trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy...
cuntfucker!
white trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy...
white trash get down on your knees,
time for cake and sodomy... yeah...
time for cake and sodomy...
time for cake and sodomy...

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I Put A Spell on You

(Based on the song originally written and recorded by Screamin' Jay Hawkins in 1956. From the Smells Like Children EP, 1995.)

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
(Repeat Three Times)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah....
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
....'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours!
I can't stand your foolin' around.
If I can't have you,
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah.
(Screaming To End)

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Dance of the Dope Hats

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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White Trash

(Based on the Marilyn Manson song "Cake and Sodomy" from album Portrait of an American Family, 1994. As performed by Tony Wiggins on the Smells Like Children EP, 1995.)

Virgins sold in quantity,
African-American heredity.
I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine.
Why are all the niggers in the unemployment line?
(Chorus: White Trash get down on your knees;
Time for cake and sodomy.
White Trash get down on your knees;
Time for cake and sodomy.)
Teenage girl, a teenage queen;
'Til she's on video --
A PORNO queen!
She likes to give head.
She likes it mean.
That's why she's my little queen.
(Chorus)
Yeah....
White boy tryin' to get some behind:
"Who says date rape isn't kind?"
Who's he gonna goad?
Who's he gonna please?
It don't matter,
As long as she's on her knees.
(Chorus)

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Dance with the One-Legged

"...you're gonna have much angry kids."
"well when you do go out to a club, that, you just gotta watch yourself whatever you do.
you just can't 'speckt to go out there and just dance not touched and non-violent,
because that's what it is. the music- -"
"I, I don't see how you--"
"if you get the music inside your soul anything gonna happen.
if you don't play the music, you can't get it. it's the music."
"the music??"
"music is dangerous."
"my sympathy for the parents..."

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Rock and Roll Nigger

(A slightly modified version of the 1978 classic written and recorded by
Patti Smith. From the Smells Like Children EP, 1995.)

And the world spreads its legs....
And the world spreads its legs
For another fuckin' star!
'Cause I AM the all-american Antichrist.
I was made in America,
And America hates ME for what I am.
I am YOUR shit.
You should be ashamed of what you have eaten.
I'm a rock & roll nigger!
Baby was a black sheep.
Baby was a whore.
Baby's gotten big,
And baby's getting bigger.
Baby got somethin'.
Baby want more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock & roll nigger.
How do you like the world around you?
Do you like what you see?
How do you like the world around you?
Ready to be....
(Chorus: Outside of society,
Waiting for me.
Outside of society
Is where I wanna be.)
Baby was a black sheep.
Baby was a whore.
Baby got big,
And baby's getting bigger.
Baby got a gun,
Got her finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock & roll nigger.
(Chorus)
Nigger.
Rock & roll nigger.
I'm a rock & roll nigger.
This is your world in which we grow,
And we will grow to hate you.
We will grow to hate you.
We will grow. We will grow.
We will grow to hate you.
(Repeat)
1-2-3-4!
I was lost in the valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost and begging for pleasure.
And this world is waiting for me.
Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and grandma, too.
Brian Warner (what a nigger!)
Nigger, nigger, nigger nigger nigger!
(Chorus Twice)
Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
FUCK YOU!

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