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| 1:21 | 
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There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're going Or which way the winds are blowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is the hurricane blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell glowing? Is the grizzly 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.) |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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I am the god of fuck! I am the god of fuck!
Virgins sold in quanity, 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 defacation White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy 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 |
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| 3. |
| 4:33 |
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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 I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well 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, yeah I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground wanna 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 |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 |
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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 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 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 |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascara clouded vision She is dead Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-pricked spiral hole 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 and nailed in well Cyclops woman is the eye of the world Who's reflection's in the retina? She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate Dialate She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate Dialate |
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| 6. |
| 4:22 |
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(The great Hoo-Doo will perform a feat of prestidigitation)
I take it 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 Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it’s no surprise (Prepare to meet your doom....HAIL!) Failed 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 Failed 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 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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| 7. |
| 3:18 |
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Guilt is the snake we beat with the 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 childrem from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Fear of the beast 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 warpped 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 you skin The righteous father wears the yellows grim Don't wanna go now Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wannna 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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| 8. |
| 5:35 |
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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 stitches Burn your bridges, burn your bridges Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor I don't need your hat, I decide my fate |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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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 I want you more when you're afraid of 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 I will break you inside out You are mine, you are mine Her hair hangs in swollen strings I'm choking on here, 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 wan't you more when you're 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 |
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| 10. |
| 5:03 |
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Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride
I don't 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 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 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 |
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| 11. |
| 4:07 |
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I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
ginger bread Along came a choo-choo, knoked 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 "make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout" We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance |
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| 12. |
| 4:31 |
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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 wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema, blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden I am fueled with the filth and fury, Do what I will, I will hurry there |
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| 13. |
| 13:11 |
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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 wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick, sick, sick The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey 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 wheels, blood is pavement Blood is pavement |
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