She's Not My Girlfriend
Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
Choklit Factory
There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out"
Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit?
One boy entertained by
The torments of another soul
Touching was confusing
And he found he was all alone
He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit
Sweets soaked insecurities
And sugar teased his need to kill
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far
Where's the-where's the choklit?
They came hypnotized by
The promise in his somber grin
He saw s-s-s-something
In the weakness of their skin
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far
Little suprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous
Is it raining is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
Not showing signs of slowing
Any sign that they are slowing
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity
Polaroids to covet
And bones to hide in 213
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go...
Luci In The Sky With Demons
You're sick, and you're gonna stay sick
I'll spread me open
Stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches
You try to die
I know your poison
In our space we'll, lie
God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody
To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
Worships worships worships satan
It's just so that they can do anything...
...a religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick
Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
He made a big fat bargain with the devil
Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell
The devil is just an excuse...
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Big Mother
Mother's eyes are veined and watching
She hears all of our talking
Mother's hair and thoughts are tangled
Like a car crash, meat and metal mangled
Mother's womb is taut and swollen
She engenders blind children
Their mouths are opening wide
Spits all her ideas inside
Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping
Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping
Mother sits in white house chairs
Makes all the bedwetters scared
Mother's words manifest in rocks
Carved by men with broken cocks
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a zoo or TV
People come here with their families, watch me
Wary of associative speech
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
We rent churches to fuck and make money in
Then send the kids to their room, go watch TV
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Magic 8 Ball
(?)
...so fucked with every call
All the bullshit at the shopping mall
You can get your answers from the eight, eight ball
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby Next time
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
If my mind gets hazy
Take my fusion I'm to lazy
Always got these science fiction mentalities
Got to my own course daddy got my pocket to me
(?)
(?)tell em what we need
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Eight Ball
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Eight ball!
Shake it, shake it
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I can't tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Forest Head
(aka Cabeza de Bosque)
This forest head of mine
Been really testing my lady
Why?
I am a climber
I climb and climb
Until my feet go dry
This forest head of mine
Been really testing my lady
Why?
I am a climber
I climb and take them
Till my feet go dry
Inside my head
Hey...
Inside my head
Hey...
Inside my head
Hey...
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
...(?)...
This forest head of mine
The music's won
This forest head of mine
The music's won
Won...
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Yeah... |
Suicide Snowman
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
Oh no, but I'm busy, killing me
I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
The striped girls will not be coming back
In the summer
They run from me
May!
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying, as winter leaves
Spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal
Snow melts in my lawn and I am...
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
But I'm busy killing what's in me
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying as winter leaves
Spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
IV-TV
Black Sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Society snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
T.V. minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Introveneous T.V. feeds
Bedroom violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the sky
Stab the clouds and watch them cry
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life
Clouds go by children run
Gulls do nosedives in the sun
Water falling from a spout
into wanting thirsty mouths
Black sun came and changed out name
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life
All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Endless blinding cathode light
Junk The Magic Dragon
Mellow yellow acid kiss
Warhol painted kaleido-trips
Spining, spining, spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my brain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
(?)
Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles oh so thin
Winding smile upon my lips
All but instant death sentence
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My soul's like Jesus, crucified
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my brain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
(?)
Scapegoat
(note: the vocals are pretty hard to understand in this song.
Please e-mail me if you can figure them out better!)
Don't wanna feel no more
Don't wanna feel no more
Don't wanna feel
Don't wanna feel
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him you only want to be him
Mommy's got a scarecrow gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sow
Don't wanna feel no more
Don't wanna feel no more
Pain
Pain
Give me... or give me death
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don't want to see him you only want to be him
Mommy's got a scarecrow gotta let the corn grow
Man can't always reap what he sow
Let Your Ego Die
The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her, side
...you fucking die...
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Die, die, die, die
And I say you fucking die
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