CAKE AND SODOMY I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity red-neck-burn-out-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 defication white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy (x2) time for cake and sodomy(x2) I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck vcr's and vasoline, 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 their place yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy (x4) time for cake and sodomy(x2)
LUNCHBOX 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(x3) I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up 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...
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 hate become to escape what I hated being Calliopenis envy from your daddy you're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear what I say disgusts him he wants to be me and that scares him "let's do a funny little dance with my funny little 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-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...
CYCLOPS 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 hols 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 in well cyclops woman is the eye of the world who's reflection is the retina? she can't see nothing, nothing at all she can't see nothing, nothing at all dialate, dialate
DOPE HAT I peek into the hole, I struggle fo rcontrol 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 they seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise 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 vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise stars and pills 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 hat is wearing me
GET YOUR GUN ...goddamn your righteous hand I eat innocent meat the housewife I will beat the prolife I will kill what you won't do I wil 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 into shit I hate therefore I am goddamn your righteous hand goddamn, goddamn ...oh, lord Pseudo-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 Pseudo-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 (x2) I am the vhs record me with your fist you want me to save the world i'm just a little girl Pseudo-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 (x2) get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn...get!
WRAPPED IN PLASTIC Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake feed it to us to squirm in our bellies twisting our guts make our spines to jelly stay, don't want to go now Drove the children from their chores handcuffes housewives into whores fear of the beast is calling it near creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here stay, don't want to go now Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic come into our home, won't you stay? But its 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 the daughter while mommy's sleeping at night to wash away sin you must take off your skin the righteous father wears the yellowist 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 staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic (x4)
DOGMA 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 the bridges, burn the bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches burn the bridges, burn the 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 hate (x2) I don't need your hate, I decide my fate you cannot sedate all the things you hate Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches burn the witches, burn the witches
SWEET 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're afraid of my disease, disease is draining me anymore you're not so "pretty please" 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 (x2) Her hair hangs in swollen strings i'm choking on her, it feels so sickening I make the faces that make you cry I want you more when you're afraid of my disease, disease is draining me anymore you're not so pretty, please 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 (x2)
SNAKE EYES AND SISSIES Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride I dont' work but I can work with it to split your smile run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime 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 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 you fucker, yours is mine snake eyes for sissies 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 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 (x2) oh no, oh no
MY 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 now 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 to the country and I fed him on gingerbread along came a choo choo, 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 make is waht I am, I can't be forever) we are out own wicked gods with littel "g's" 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 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
MISERY 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 wheelsm my blood is pavement we're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abby of thelema blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth nake me sick sick sick the objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror my arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsm my blood is pavement we're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abby of thelema blood is pavement "when you ride you're ridden, when you ride, you're ridden I am fueled by filth and fury do what I will, I will hurry there, there my arms are wheels, my legs are wheelsm my blood is pavement blood is pavement
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