Prelude (The Family Trip)

(this is some shit off the Willie Wonka movie, in some parts you can't really hear what he says but this is what it sounds like)
 
 There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going
 There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing
 Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?
 Not a spec 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
 and they're certainly not showing
 any signs that they are slowing!!!
 Stop the boat

Cake and Sodomy

 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

Lunchbox

(at the beginning some cute little kid says: Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal")
 
 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

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 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

Cyclops

 Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
 Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
 Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
 She got a pin-prick-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 in her nailed 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
 Dialate, Dialate

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 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 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 therefore I am
 Goddamn your righteous hand
 Goddamn, Goddamn
 Goddamn, Goddamn
 
 Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the week
 But your selective judgements and goodguy badges don't mean to fuck to me
 
 I am the VHS
 Record me with your fist
 Want me to save the world
 I'm just a little girl
 Get your gunn, get your gunn
 Get your gunn, get your gunn

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, yeah, 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, yeah, 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, yeah, don't want to go now

Dogma

 Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your 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 hate, I decide my fate
 You cannot sedate, all the things you rape

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 afraid of my
 disease, disease is draining me
 Anymore your not so "pretty please"
 disease, disease is draining me
 I want you more when your 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 her it feels so sickening
 I make the faces that make you cry, I want more when your afraid of my
 disease, disease is draining me, I want you more when your afraid of me 

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 split your smile
 Run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine
 Tear the son out of your 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

My Monkey

 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

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 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