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 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, 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

time for cake and sodomy

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 your bridges, burn your bridges, don't take time to sew your stiches

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

Dope Hat

i peek into 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 they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

seem to scream 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 their scrutinizing eyes

fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic

my big top tricks will alwats 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 Gunn

goddamn your righteous hand

i eat innocent meat

the housewife i will beat

the prolife i will kill

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 into shit

i hate therfore i am

goddamn your righteous hand

goddamn, goddamn

goddamn, goddamn

pseudo-morals work real well

on the talk shows for the weak

but your selective judgements

and goodguy badges

don't mean to fuck to me

i throw a little fit

i slit my teenage wrist

the most that i can learn

is in the 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 to fuck to me

i am the vns

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 to fuck to me

get your gunn, get your gunn,

get your gunn, get your gunn... get

DEVIL IN MY LUNCHBOX

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's a devil in my lunchbox!

there's 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 jely sandwich.

there is a devil.

there is a devil.

there's a devil in my lunchbox!

there's a devil in my lunchbox!

devil, devil, devil in my lunch.

(repeat several times)

there's a devil in my lunchbox!

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 what i am, i can't live forever)

we are our own wicked gods

with little "g's" and big dicks

sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

i had a little monkey 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 my monkey's dead

the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection

of his own mind's dissonance

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 have because 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 blacks 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

PRELUDE (THE FAMILY TRIP)

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

oh, the fires of hell are glowing

is the grisly reaper mowing?

yes! the danger must be growing (faster! faster!)

for the rowers keep on rowing (faster! faster!)

and they're certainly not showing (faster! faster!)

any signs that they are slowing! (faster! faster!)

stop the boat!

Snake 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 spit 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 remaons 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 you fucker, yours is mine

snake eyes for sissies

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 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 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)

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

handcrafted 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 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 the daughter

while mommy's sleeping at night

to wash away sin you must take off your 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

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