1. 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 isnīt kind?"
porno-nation, evaluation
whatīs this, "time for segregation"
libido, libido fascination, too much oral defication
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)
vcrīs and vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?
bible-belt īround anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
yeah, right, great if youīre 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
2. Lunchbox
on we plow
the big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
try to tell me, tell me heīs the best
but i donīt really give a good goddamn cause
i got my lunchbox and iīm armed real well
i got my lunchbox and iīm armed real well
i got my lunchbox and iīm armed real well
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
so no one fucks with me
3. 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
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
i wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
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
4. Cyclops
cyclops woman got one eye in her head
mascara-clotted vision she is fed
cyclops woman canīt see nothing at all
she got a pin-prick-spiral hols
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
she canīt 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
whoīs reflection is the retina?
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
she canīt see nothing, nothing at all
dialate, dialate
5. 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, itīs 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, itīs filled with 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 bite the hand if ti 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
6. Get Your Gunn
goddamn your righteous hand
i eat innocent meat
the housewife i will beat
the prolife i will kill
what you wonīt do i wil
i bash myself to sleep
what you sow i will reap
i scar myself you see
i wish i wasnīt me
i am the little stick
you stir me into shit
goddamn your righteous hand
goddamn, goddamn (oh, lord)
goddamn, goddamn
pseudo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
donīt 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
donīt mean a fuck to me
i am the vhs
record me with your fist
you want me to save the world
iīm just a little girl
pseudo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
donīt mean a fuck to me
get your gunn, get your gunn
get your gunn, get your gunn...get
7. 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, donīt want to go now
drove the children from their chores
handcuffes housewives into whores
fear of the beast is calling it near
creating what weīre hating, itīs only fear that is here
stay, donīt want to go now
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
iīm only as deep as the self that i dig
iīm only as sick as the stick in the pig
"thin and so white, thin and so white"
daddy tells the daughter
while mommyīs sleeping at night
to wash away sin you must take off your skin
the righteous father wears the yellowist grin
"donīt wanna go now"
stay, donīt wanna go now, stay, donīt wanna go now
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
8. Dogma
urn the witches, burn the witches, donīt 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, donīt 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 donīt need your hate, i decide my fate
you cannot sedate all the things you hate
9. Sweet Tooth
her heart shivers in my hand
sheīs melting on me like cotton candy
i make the faces that make you cry
i want you more when youīre afraid of
my disease, disease is draining me
anymore youīre not so "pretty please"
disease, disease is draining me
i want you more when youīre afraid of me
i will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine
i will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine
her hair hangs in swollen strings
iīm choking on her, it feels so sickening
i make the faces that make you cry
i want you more when youīre afraid of
my disease, disease is draining me
anymore youīre not so pretty, please
disease, disease is draining me
i want you more when youīre afraid of me
i will break you inside out
you are mine, you are mine
10. Snake Eyes and Sissies
wrench is just a household god but i carry mine with pride
i dontī worj but i can worj with it to split your smile
run you down without a twitch, your carīs just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
my afternoonīs 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 ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
rollinī sixes
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
i am the pedophileīs dream
a messianic peter pan
just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, i can never be a man
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
rollinī sixes
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
(oh no, oh no)
11. 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 monkeyīs dead
at least he looks that way, but then again donīt we all?
(what i make is waht i am, i canīt 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 monkeyīs dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what i make is waht i am, i canīt be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with littel "gīs" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
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 monkeyīs dead
the primateīs scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mindīs dissonance
12. 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
weīre 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
weīre gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abby of thelema
blood is pavement
"when you ride youīre ridden, when you ride, youīre ridden
i am fueled by filth 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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