Prom Queen: The Marc Hall Story (2004)

Actors

• Dave Foley (actor)
• Danny Webber (miscellaneous crew)
• Scott Thompson (actor)
• Barbara Gordon (actress)
• R.D. Reid (actor)
• David Ferry (actor)
• Gary Reineke (actor)
• Jean Pierre Bergeron (actor)
• Marie Tifo (actress)
• Justin Kelly (miscellaneous crew)
• Aaron Ashmore (actor)
• Fiona Reid (actress)
• John Bayliss (actor)
• Mike Lee (editor)
• Danielle Depeyre (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Taglines:

Will "Cinderfella" make it to the prom on time?

Quotes:

Marc Hall: I like other guys... men...::Emily Hall: Yes, I know, I know.::Marc Hall: You... You know?::Emily Hall: Marc. Your hair. It's blue. And you have a poster of Celine Dion on your wall. We know.

Marc Hall: Faggots. That's why they say "faggots." When they used to burn people like her, St. Joan, at the stake, they would gather all the local homos and bundle them with twigs. These twigs - that's why they say faggots. Fuel for the main event.::Miss Lawrence: Flamers.::Marc Hall: You got it. But, hey, I mean, St. Joan was a sister of Sappho herself.::Miss Lawrence: Marc, St. Joan of Arc was not a lesbian.::Marc Hall: Hello - leading an army, dressing up like a guy, I mean, come on, dyke city. She was a big ol', carpet-munchin' lesbian.

[Marc is on the phone with a kid in a similar situation]::Marc Hall: People are gonna want to bring you down, you know? Just don't let them. Because there is nothing wrong with you, okay? Nothing. You deserve to be treated with respect. One day, you will be.

[Marc is on the stand in court]::Marc Hall: I've learned a lot this last little while.::[Marc looks pointedly at Winn]::Marc Hall: How people try and change you and make you into something that you're not. Re-create you in their own image to make them feel better about who they are.::[Marc looks at his parents]::Marc Hall: And I am just grateful for the people in my life who let me be who I am. Taught me to stand up for what is right and what is true.::[Marc tries to hold back tears as he looks at Jason]::Marc Hall: And I only regret that... that I hurt some of the people I love along the way. For that, I am sorry.::[Marc and Jason exchange a look. Marc looks down and smiles]::Marc Hall: In the end, all I wanna be is at my prom with my boyfriend, my friends. To be treated with respect that I deserve and should expect. As a gay man, the Charter of Rights guarantees me that respect, that level of dignity. And all I can say to that... is thank God.

[Marc looks out the window to see the limo pulls up with Carly and Beau inside]::Beau: [cheering] We're going to the prom!::[Marc is disappointed to see that Jason isn't there]::Audy Hall: Come on!::[Marc nods and opens the front door. He grins when he sees Jason standing there, wearing a tux]::Marc Hall: Hi.::Jason: [Jason smiles] You wanna dance?

[Vinci talks into his video camera]::Vinci: Cinderfella made it to the ball. And so ends this triumphant gay coming-of-age fairy tale. And with any luck, like all fairy tales, they lived happily ever a...::[His camera stops working... again]::Vinci: Jesus!

Marc Hall: [standing in limo, preparing to leave for prom] I'm queen of the world!

The Imitators (1996)

Actors

• Phil Cornwell (actor)
• Sara Stockbridge (actress)
• Gary Beadle (actor)
• David Doyle (actor)
• Frances Lima (actress)
• Richie Winearls (director)
• Jimmy Fagg (actor)
• Harvey Bainbridge (composer)
• Richie Winearls (writer)
• Richie Winearls (producer)
• Jason Costelloe (editor)
• Saltz (actor)
• Heidi Lawden (actress)
• Heidi Lawden (actress)
• Pancho Russell (actor)

Genres

• Crime

The Yellow Haired Kid (1952)

Actors

• Emory Parnell (actor)
• Andy Devine (actor)
• Tom Tyler (actor)
• Frank McDonald (director)
• Alan Hale Jr. (actor)
• Riley Hill (actor)
• William Phipps (actor)
• Renie Riano (actress)
• Guy Madison (actor)
• Wade Crosby (actor)
• Maurice Tombragel (writer)
• Johnny Carpenter (actor)
• Marcia Mae Jones (actress)
• David Bruce (actor)
• Tommy Ivo (actor)

Genres

• Western

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Power of Lard - Lard
• Mate Spawn And Die - Lard
• Peeling Back The Foreskin Of Liberty - Lard
• I Am Your Clock - Lard
• Hellfudge - Lard
• Volcanus 2000 (we Wipe The World) - Lard
• 70's Rock Must Die - Lard
• Sylvestre Matuschka - Lard
• Pineapple Face - Lard
• Mate Spawn & Die - Lard
• Forkboy - Lard
• Drug Raid At 4 AM - Lard
• Can God Fill Teeth - Lard
• Bozo Skeleton - Lard
• Time to Melt - Lard
• Sidewinder - Lard
• Theyre Coming To Take Me Away - Lard
• War Pimp Renaissance - Lard
• Ballad Of Marshall Ledbetter - Lard
• Mangoat - Lard
• Generation Execute - Lard
• Faith Hope And Treachery - Lard
• I Wanna Be A Drug-Sniffing Dog - Lard
• Moths - Lard
• Lard - Lard

Lard!
Lard!
Lard! You can see it, in the clouds up in the sky.
Lard! Floats by in clusters in our water supply.
Lard! It's in all of us, man. Our pores, and in our hair.
Lard! What we conceal in those corny clothes we wear.
Lard is all.
Lard is divine.
Lard is in control.
Lard whips and chains our soul.
We carry credit cards.
We live in fear of art.
Lard is the Om.
Lard is revolution.
Lard is the tapeworm,
in the bottle of cheap tequila.
That comes alive at night,
And sneaks up and bite our nipples.
Lard.
Lard!
Nowadays, most of us need someone to run our personal life.
Someone to see that the plant are watered.
Someone to make sure the place is clean.
Someone to make sure dinner is waiting.
Someone to call for theater tickets.
Some one to make up those cheap excuses.
What we need is Lard!
Lard!
The answer.
The dancer.
The ointment.
The dream.
Absorb it.
Inflame it.
Respect it.
Molest it.
Lard!
Lard!
The country, right now, it wants to be soothed.
And told it doesn't have to pay, or sacrifice, or learn.
No one is over the hill, when the mountain comes to Mohammed.
Lard! Lard! Lard!
We love to eat.
We love to pray.
Mold over mind. Hooray!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
Every time I take a crap, it's a cosmic experience.
Religion, and chemicals are the keys to the future.
Next time that we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese.
The weasels have it down, man. It's a whole new age.
Lard!
Which would you prefer? A computer, or a gun?
The sharks outlived the dinosaurs, you know.
(Feel)The Power of Lard!
(Feel)The Power of Lard!
(Feel)The Power of Lard!
(Feel)The Power of Lard!
Pity the poor trainer in the stable when the racehorse farts.
Poison Oak really is the aphrodisiac of the gods.
When people are asleep, we must all become alarm clocks.
Hey, man. Life is my college.
EeeeeYOOOowwwwww!!
(instrumental break)
It's dental floss of the mind.
Who will baby sit the baby sitters?
Ever hear about the guy in New York, who's dick fell of in the bath after he shot it full of coke?
It's okay to run out of butter in Zambia. Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast.
Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup.
Which came first? Max Headroom, or Gerald Ford?
Are you a man or are you a mouse?
If you love your fun, DIE FOR IT!
Die for Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
(continues in background)
Who's gonna baby sit the baby sitters?(4x)
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
Avoid Everything(4x)
..Everything(8x)
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
(continues in background)
LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
LARD!

Hair by mail
Tit jobs for teens
Go broke appearing rich
Searching for rosebud in the fire
Pop stars fingers in the fans
The therapist you wish you had
Crucifix or lubricant
Government by fad!
CHORUS
Mate! Spawn! and Die!
Mate! Spawn! and Die!
My my my my...
Are those salmon upstream turning red
From shear embarassment
Came all this way up all them ladders
Without checking a map
My the farce be with you
In one corner of the ring
That cherished myth
Falling in love magically solves
Every problem you've ever had
In the other corner
Spooon size shredded dreams
The Gods must be crazy
The movie goers must be crazy
CHORUS
Wrong worm, hooked again
Mounted on the wall in my own den
I'll talk alone to a firefly
Dial 1-900-Suk-Me-Dry
You can't throw me to the lions
I'm Charlton Heston!
You can't throw me to the lions
I'm Charlton Heston!
CHORUS
Yippe ti-yi-yi-yo
Ho ho ho ho
Whaat do you really want for Christmas, children?
"...Mmmmm...
Nice place ya got here, darlin'
Sure wish the hot water worked
Gotta rinse my jizz off before mornin'
Or I'll itch for a week-"
Rarp!
Damn! that water's cold
Agh!
Eeee!
Steven Tyler
Of all people once said
"If men bled
Would tampons be free?"
Omi'god, I gottag get goin'
"Now?"
I forgot to feed the cat

God's sounded the alarm
Dare not push the snooze button
Your favourite metalhead and mine
Child-molesting freak
Used Seven Seals to scare his flock
So he could sin
Defiled young girls beneath
Posters of Megadeth
But then...
They tried to take his guns
They tried to take his guns
Coulda grabbed him when he's out jogging
Or scamming chicks in bars
But oh no
They brought S.W.A.T. teams and tanks
Waco's a sign
One-World Government
Peeling back the foreskin of Liberty
What do we see?
Ain't God fillin' teeth
It's Jews and Hillary
Communist Chinese
Grind up orphan babies
To sell in powder form
At New Age health food stores
They're trying to take our guns
They're trying to take our guns
They treated Randy Weaver
Like a two-bit pot dealer
Shot up his Little House on the Prairie
At Ruby Ridge
S.W.A.T. teams shoot potheads all the time
But he was a Nazi, dammit
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
That's what I say
What's that noise?
It's those helicopters again
See 'em in the sky, they're always black
What does that tell you, huh?
U.N. troops wait in salt mines
Under Detroit of all places
To storm up from the sewers
For door-to-door raids
To take our guns
They're trying to take our guns
Feminazis and eco-terrorists
I'm not making this up
I got my back yard bunker
Machine guns and grenades
To protect myself from you
Trying to take them away
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Tear down those highway signs
So the U.N. can't find me
White Shangri-La of Post Falls, Idaho
Will now secede
We'll show them
We'll show them
Damn right it's the End Times
When Christians win!
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die

I am your clock
I am your religion
I am your shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done without my approval
I own you
I decide how long you sleep
And how much rest
You are ever allowed
I decide what you desire
I deny you time to think
I am the mirror of constant humiliation
That follows and shadows you
Wherever you go
And blocks out the light
At the end of every tunnel you try
Be on time
Be on schedule
Always feel
Like you're always late
And need more scolding and punishment
Do not daydream
Do not dilly-dally
Do not fall behind
Wings are flapping right behind you
You know what's coming next
As I swoop down like a hungry owl
And sink my talons into your back
And drag you back to square one again
The pain gets a little worse every time
Crash
Crumple
Do not pass go
Do not collect
Your dignity and your self respect
Give up
It's over
No time allowed
To try something you like
The bills were all due yesterday
You've failed
You're through
First we form our habits
Then they form us
We dress up as someone else every day
Gingerbreadhouses
Fireplace surprises
What tastes the best
The witches won't let you have
These days, having a baby
Is like what having a BMW used to be
While they're asleep
Play those New Age cassettes
To transmit subliminal messages
I like mom
I like school
I like to study
I like rules
I am the school teacher
Who yelled at you for not paying attention
And shame you in front of the entire class
And dragged you around the room by the hair
This is what happens to boys and girls
Whose penmanship is messy
Be neat, like the others
Follow orders
Obey what is put in front of you
Imagination is the ultimate sin
You can't be creative the rest of your life
Your counselor wants a word with you
If you liked school, you'll love work
Resign yourself to a job you'll hate
Get a hobby - but keep it in the garage
Shove yourself into a slot
Despise your ideas
Your boss knows best
We can't all do what we want to do
Always settle for what you're told to expect
Do not take chances
You might fail
You might fail
You don't want to find out the hard way
How our society treats
The misfits who make mistakes
Failure
Failure
Homeless
Depression
Mental hospitals
Murder
Born on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door
Hypothermia of the spirit
Why do people chase
So many useless toys
In search of the perfect baby sitter
"For just $19.95 and just thirteen minutes of your busy day,
you can have 'the full, rich experience of parenthood
without the mess of the real thing.' It's called Video Baby."
Creative Programming, Inc., offer "All of the enjoyment -
and none of the commitment."
I am your calendar
There is no escape
I am why you're afraid
To respect yourself
I lead you down garden path after path
With carrots on a stick
I'll let you taste but never embrace
Peek in the wrong door, I slam it on your fingers
Go back
Adventure is not allowed
Go back - not allowed!
I leave you exhausted, henpecked and afraid
Never quite enough money
Never enough nerve
To reach out for something better
Than the grind you call your life
The hatch of your hamster cage is open
But guess who waits just outside the door
Stay on your treadmill
Keep running on that wire wheel
Briefcase in hand
Money rains down just out of reach
You'll burn out soon enough
It's all part of the plan
When you're no longer useful
You can finally retire
To the glue factory of your choice
Free at last
To scratch your head
Wondering what happened
Free at last
I bid you goodbye
On your own
To wait to die
Corrected by poko666@usa.net
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You never know
When it says you gotta go
Hellfudge
To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge
Hellfudge
Roll down the window of the limousine
Hellfudge
I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you perform for me (No more)
Hellfudge
I ain't givin' you one penny more
Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord
Hellfudge
Can you imagine what it's like
To have to flash and pose
Hellfudge
While a fat tv preacher
Sits and beats off in front of you
Hellfudge
Same one who's so obsessed with
With anti-smut crusades (fancy that)
Hellfudge
Oh Lord,
Someone let the air out of my tires
Hellfudge
I'm stuck-with my pants down
Red handed in sin
But with money like mine
The Lord always forgives me
When I'm dictator
You will ALL
Be under the iron thumb of Jeezus
The law of the land
Executions for witchcraft
Televised live at five
All Rock and Roll is pornography
That mixed coed swimming-phooey
I tell ya
It promotes problems of the flesh
Problems of the flesh
The flesh
The flesh
The flesh
I can't stand it anymore
My fundamentalist army's
Crackin' down full swirl
Hellfudge
Polyester suit nazis
Will control the world
Hellfudge
If you think Khomeini
Is a step back in time
Hellfudge
Just wait til I decide
What you read and who dies
Hellfudge
You think we're finished
Boy, you must be queer
We get a little stronger
Every year
When I bilk your money
I'm moral, man
But I got a little problem
I just can't say no
To that Hellfudge
So take off them clothes
Slowly now, slowly
And twitch your little flounder just like that
Yehhhh, Just like they do
In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much
Bite down real hard
Smile slut
I own you, Look humiliated, try to cry
I despise you so much I hate myself
Mmmmmm
Tastes almost as good
As one of them green bubblegum cigars
Yeh! Hellfudge
There's a whole lotta Shakin' goin' on in here
But don't tell my cousin, ok
Yeeeeh
Great Balls 'o' Fire

Hello my dear
Can I peel your skin
Put it in my mouth
And bite it
I am the gallant captain
Of the Volcanus two thousand
Fell down the trash chute
At my job
Woke up on this garbage barge
Thousand tons of urban waste
Is now our pirate ship
Fire from the catapults
Pampers squashed in great big balls
Clustered globs of medical waste
Rain down on cafes
Give us all your treasure now
Or we'll paint your whole town brown
Everywhere they're glad to pay
Se we'll go away
Yeah, yeah
We wipe the world
Join hands and dance
Curl up our toes
And squish sludge into wine
Drink and belch
Gene Simmons style
Methane goes down just fine
Rule the world from the high seas
Kidnap dwindling vaccines
No one dares blow up our ship
They'd have to clean the mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We wipe the world
Yeah
We wipe the world
Hundred sixty million tons
Of American trash each year
Thousand football fields
Thirty stories high
Where will you put it all
Not in my backyard
Not in my backyard
Oh god
While your head's in virtual sand
More of our ships sail each day
You all do your part so well
Feed us trash and we will blackmail
Two billion tires
Bottles and cans
And paper plates
Sixteen billion diapers
They all gotta go someplace
'Nuff aluminum
In three months
To build airline fleets
Take a hint from
Your local roach
Join us and mutate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We wipe the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We wipe the world
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I was cruisin' in a car
Down Melrose Boulevard
When I stopped all the traffic
I was laughin' so hard
Standin' on the corner
Was this rock n roll dude
In leather pants thinkin' he was cool
He had the jacket
He had the shades
Farrah Fawcett hair
Or was that a wig
Face like a turtle
Trying in vain to look stoned
You could tell he'd been practicing
At home in the mirror
He'd probably been posing like that all day
Didn't matter that is was a hundred degrees
In the shade
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
Country rock making us all sick
While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
Being a teen back than
Man, it was a drag
Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
You think we live in pretty desperate times
When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
And ram it from the rear
Burn, baby
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Suck my ego, pay to play
Got nothing more to say
As we sell you a stairway to boredom
Look around at the hip people
Set in their ways
Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
Young old brats playing fossil rock
Pistols reunions pass for rebellion
Radio and TV gettin' to damn bland
With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
Underground's becoming an alternative joke
Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
But even punks wanna go back to seventy seven
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
Seventies rock must die
Well c'mawn, well c'mawn

Sylvestre Matuschka
Sylvestre Matuschka
One more
Buried nugget
Of the dark history
Of the darkest side of man
Austria, 1931
Hungarian, hero - World War I
Businessman
Family man
"Idealist? Or just plain mad?"
To him, life must be a smash
He blew up trestles and railroad tracks
So he could masturbate
While watching trains wreck
It's a message from God
It's a message from God
It's a message from God
It is my duty
Dynamite
End of the line
Screeching metal
Injured cries
Bombs explode
Up through my spine
I squeeze
I pump
I... spray!
Six years, Vienna jail
Shipped to Hungary, then in World War II
Released, cos the army needs
Experts for demolition teams
Some say that's how he died
Was he in Korea? No one knows
Have any trains wiped out
Near a nursing home in your town?
It is a message from God
Those with eyes shall see
Those with ears shall hear
A prophecy
To the enemy
The world shall belong
To the children
I've done my duty
So all you sexually totalitarian born-again
And blue-nosey horney toads
Remember this:
No matter how many books you ban
No matter how many records you burn
The seeds of fertile fetishes
Are planted at an early age
And some where out there
Some one amongst you
May at this very moment LUST
For derailing trains

Red Alert from the Dairy Queen
To the Vatican from Panama City
Yeh... Yeh...
Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal
Hey - lemme crash at your place for a while
Yeh... Yeh...
I know I've shot your priests all full of holes
But you forgave the guy who shot you
I'm being persecuted, man
Let me in, let me in
Yeh... Yeh...
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Dignity Battalions terrify and rule the streets
Pictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps
When the mouse that roared
Bites the elephant that feeds
Ringmaster cracks
20,000 whips
Yeh... Yeh...
All I did was double-cross the CIA
G.E. and Lockheed do that every day
Yeh... 'Aw yeh...
The Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogs
And teddy bears dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Sex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the sky
When kinder gentler bombs
Explode in thousand points of light
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Corrupto! Asesino!
Asesino!
The place is surrounded
I can't get away
Even sent the Stealth bomber
Just to prove it'll fly
For Yankee teen anguish
Use Pineapple Face
As American as where Coca Cola got its name
Yeh... Oh yeh...
I promise, monsignor, you can trust me
I'll even goon tour with David Crosby
Yeh... Yeh...
"Forgive me, kids, drugs ruined my life"
I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind
Yeh... Yeh...
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Can't show my face, can't show my face
Can't show my face, or they'll tear it away
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Corrupto! Asesino!
Asesino!
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
Hafta wonder if this guy really exists
Who in their right mind would pose for Time magazine
Frosted thumb in mouth, slicing his birthday cake with a machete
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
Ding dong the witch is dead
More warm up in Uncle Sam's bullpen
Cartoon boogeyman to keep people scared
I believe every word 'cos the truth is too weird
Who framed Roger Rabbit
Who framed Khaddafi then blew up his kid
Nothing to do now but spill the beans
Florida here I come

Hair by mail
Tit jobs for teens
Go broke appearing rich
Searching for rosebud in the fire
Pop stars fingers in the fans
The therapist you wish you had
Crucifix or lubricant
Government by fad!
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
My my my my...
Are those salmon upstream turning red
From shear embarassment
Came all this way up all them ladders
Without checking a map
May the farce be with you
In one corner of the ring
That cherished myth
Falling in love magically solves
Every problem you've ever had
In the other corner
Spoon size shredded dreams
The Gods must be lazy
The movie goers must be crazy
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
My my my my...
Wrong worm, hooked again
Mounted on the wall in my own den
I'll talk alone to a firefly
Dial 1-900-Suk-Me-Dry
You can't throw me to the lions
I'm Charlton Heston!
You can't throw me to the lions
I'm Charlton Heston!
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
Mate! Spawn! & Die!
Yippe Ti-Yi-Yi-Yo
Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
What do you really want for Christmas, children?
"...Mmmmm...
Nice place ya got here, darlin'
Sure wish the hot water worked
Gotta rinse my jizz off before mornin'
Or I'll itch for a week - "
Rarp!
Damn! that water's cold
Agh!
Eeee!
Steven Tyler
Of all people once said
"If men bled
Would tampons be free?"
Omi'god, I gotta get goin'
"Now?"
I forgot to feed the cat

A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and ingest
Whoever has the fork in hand
Controls the meal of its choice
We're told the first few punctures
They're for our own good
Better carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Forkboy
Flies by night on stolen fuel
To Santa Rosa, CA
Opens a fake employment office
"Want a job? Go get me drugs"
People desperate for work
Return to quite a surprise
Busted for intent to sell
Cops pay him a bounty
Forkboy skips town
Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!
We came
We peed
We conquered
You bleed
The choice:
Fork Boy
Or Finger Food
Ugly joy
What does it replace?
Why wait
When you can eat yourself alive today
Junk bondage takeover glutton
Ready to bore in
Unfold his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and resell them
Buys out his next target
With the last one's pension funds
Thousands more thrown out of work
So Leona won't have to settle for a mint
Forkboy
Picked by the FBI
To be the black pied piper
After Dr. King died
Watches soap operas on TV
While 6 billion's disappears from HUD
Who are you working for
What did you hope to gain
Why do you hate your past
So much you destroy the ones you love

Sheets off
Flashlight in your eyes
FREEZE!
Guns in your gut
Strip down
Body search
Cough up
Or stomach pump
To fight the war on drugs
You must give up your rights
You blink, you die
I hate you more than my job
DRUG RAID at 4 AM
Random neighborhood sweeps
Copters break up house parties
Zero tolerance for pot
Easier to get hard stuff
Costs over 3 times more
To keep an addict in jail
Than to treat those trying to quit
But no drug war funds for clinics
Stop!
Please!

Don't ask me why
But I was walking down the streets
Of Fairfax, California
And I saw this flyer hangin'
On a telephone pole, and it said
CAN GOD FILL TEETH?
That's right!
For a $10 "Donation"
You could see silver fillings turn
To gold and other "supernormal dental happenings."
New caps! Filled cavities! Bring a
Flashlight and a mirror to observe.
But wait a minute -
Didn't I just read
About how the cops are getting parents
To plant bugging devices
In their kids teeth
So if they disappear they can track 'em
Before they wind up on the backs of milk cartons
And all that -
And didn't I read
That these devices can go two-way
And everything that I do or say
Is all goin' on tape somewhere right now
Planted in my cavities
And they didn't even tell me
No wonder every bad thing
In and out of my mouth
Keeps winding up on my employment record
All those fillings
All those crowns
I'll show them
Who's boss of my big mouth
Where's the pliars
God dammit! Where's the pliars?!?
Wilma! Where'd you put my electric drill
This is all coming out right now - TODAY!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Must be some kind of conspiracy
The whole world's a God damn conspiracy
Look anywhere long enough, you're gonna find a conspiracy
Man, LIFE is a conspiracy!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Needlenose
Up my nose
- Agh! -
Where did all these wires come from?
How far up into my skull do they go?
I pull out more and more copper spagetti
How'd my Weekly World News get all wet?
God damn fishsticks melted again
What are they trying to do to me?
No secrets left in the land of the free!
There
No one's gonna tell me what to do
It's worth eating baby food
The rest of my life
To be a free man
Bastards:

(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra)
Here today, gone tomorrow
Don't need my self remembered
But what I help create and leave behind
Is important to me
To dent the comfortably numb
With constructive satire
Make my life one big prank
On a society I hate
All that we are when we're on a stage
Is vaudeville jester for a day
As an old proverb says
"If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king"
My license to make fun of everyone
Comes from knowing I'm the biggest joke of all
Read a headline the other day
Clown dies from a pie in the face
Can't be on stage all the time
The public image could swallow my life
Living up to your own myth's no fun
Drives our best talents nuts
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton
Where can I go to be me?
Washington Stepford wives
Think we'd be Stepford children
If they could do away
With the music we love the most
Lyrics warp your children's minds
- Just a minute now, that's our job -
Your worst enemy's your own kids
Don't talk with them, buy our lies instead
Don't wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the blues
Got a right to sing my way too
Gagging those who tell it like it is
Won't make the problems go away
C'mon get the skeletons out of the closet
We're all clowns in one form or another
If we weren't hung up minding peoples' private lives
We might not be so afraid of ourselves
All kinds of drugs get fed into our heads
Who are you to legislate what's best
Never heard my music or read all the words
Is it my heart they want to ban
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton

Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
Lay me down, it's been a long day
Time to unwind, time to relax
Let the tension flow away
My body's weary and full of holes
Hollow jets in my fingers and my toes
Too tired to masturbate
No sound in the dark as I float in outer space
Touch down on an astroturf plain
Peewee golf balls roll by my face
Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
Nailed as an example again
Tied down with fishing line
Lilliputian sacrifice
Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers
Smell the hot dogs
Smell the mustard and the beer
Sharp needles pierce my flesh
Hypodermics press down and inject
20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda
Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood
Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt
All that's left is brain and bones
Hot beams on the cool wet sand
Bury me- with the help of the wind and the waves
Submerged in the cool soil
Earthworms crawl in and crawl out
Further down is the underground aquifer cave
The bats and blindfish
Are all my friends
Soil hardens and it starts to crack
The lake is dry as desert air
Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets
Their soft white underbelly feels like love
Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs
Night falls, the sky is red
Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings
Talons reach down to take me back again
Reborn on a bed of white
Incubator filters out the light
A thousand breasts massage my face
But Life is calling to take me away
(Open up, we have a warrant)
Learn to walk another day
Learn to walk another day

Snake on a dune
Sand so moist and cool
Crawls up to a ledge
To survey the valley below
Slither into town
In the velvet Elvis night
Spiralling remains
Of a garden of delights
The builders are all gone
Their monuments remain
Outlasted by what they once controlled
How on earth is this explained
Sidewind
Refine
Survive
What's left behind
Can't burrow a home down here
Old asphalt lies below
Goodbyes from the dead play on
Half-curied video gravestones
Cracked patches of neon
Flickers as the wind blows
What kind of drugs were these creatures on
To want so much it ate them whole
Aversion to detergent
Always naturally clean
Sleep all day, crush mice by night
More civilized if you ask me
Sidewind
Refine
Survive
What's left behind
Wake up in the bushes
Brush the crust out of my eyes
Fluff the dirt out of my hair
As the bright sun's beatin' down
Time to hit the road
Time to find the rain
Away from the cage where the light bulbs
blaze
Hitch a ride to another plain
Sidewind
Refine
Survive

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berzerk?
Well, you left me anyhow and every day got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.
CHORUS:
And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice gorillas in white coats
They're coming to take me away ha ha
You thought it was joke and so you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid, right? You know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly out of my mind
CHORUS:
And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle thier thumbs and toes
They're coming to take me away ha ha...
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, so this is how you paid me back for all my kind and selfish loving deeds. Huh? Well you just wait they'll find you yet, and when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt.
CHORUS:
And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice men in thier white coats
They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle thier thumbs and toes
They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
Your home the one the bank foreclosed, You cried to me Monagamy is the way we both must live or you'll feel hurt. But, I see, I see there's someone new, your anxious poly-pure-bred coat was even gone at our place while I paid the rent, thanks!
CHORUS:
And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha

War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai Yo
Evil Commie empire's gone
Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai Yay
Now we're the only one
Let there be peace on earth
What ever gave you that idea
Economy depends on guns
We'll have an arms race with ourselves
March, March
Forward to the caves
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
General who's never been to war
Is like a rapist who's never been laid
Like shootin' fish in a barrel
Inner child must be fed
Deep fry a quarter million ragheads
Into crispy eagle snacks
Pure chewing satisfaction
Pure chewing satisfaction
March, March
Ah Ha Ha Ha
Question ain't, who killed JFK
But, where are they now
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
War Pimp Renaissance
Who's a-gonna buy our missiles
Who's a-gonna buy our guns
Everyone on the whole damned planet
We'll throw in free land mines
Starve the Russians 'til a nut takes over
Put the Arms Race back on boil
As the world's population's exploding
Wars for water, not oil
Too damn many people already
Clutter land we could use for golf
Egg 'em on to bloodbaths like Rwanda
Help 'em eat each other alive
Praise God
We bropught the rapture on

Six, six, six, Dunkin' Donuts
A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's
Extra jalapenos on the side
And a case of Asahi Dry
I wish to speak with Timothy Leary
Lemmy, jello, and Ice Cube Too
Cartoon of Lucky's with filters
And bring a CNN news crew
Talahasse, Florida
Four AM, June 14, '91
Capitol Building's occupied
Broke the glass, walked right inside
Wouldn't be advisable to enter
You don't know the number of hostiles
Of it anyone's got guns
Or is there's hostages
I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite
This whole world is disturbing me
I wanna cut a rap record each month
And mail my little pinkie to George Bush
Agh, agh
Where are my friends
Where are you
Where are you
I can't believe it's come to this
Sharpshooters on surrounding roofs
Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
Evacuate the people inside
Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's dead
I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite
Twelve forty five, he emerged unharmed
J.D. in one hand, in the other, cigars
Hendrix t-shirt and his underwear on
Guess what, he never had no gun
I only broadcast my freakout to the world
I was a prisoner for twenty two years
When I broke through that door, I was free
Not to mention pretty damn lucky

Lotta good that P.H.D. did me
Stuck... grocery store security
Cigar store Indian
Fake badge authority
Nothing ever happens here
Hark!
Camera, aisle five
Dude with hair sprayed on
Pocketing razors
Pantyhose... why not?
Can opener and creme corn - what?!
Mangoat
Too hairy
Must shave
And warn others
No foam
All alone
Gorilla hair
Must go
Creme corn
Creme corn
Poor Kaw-liga
Never got his kiss
No one-way mirrors
To lurk behind as you undress
He's headed for the back
Singing, "The hills are alive...
With the sound of music"
Yonder
Lady screams
Mangoat
In my stall
Make him stop
He'll shave us all
Hair off his back
Round the room it flies
Inquiring minds
Wanna know why
Creme corn
Creme corn
Mangoat
Come out of that bathroom
We have you surrounded
Mangoat
Clean up your hairy mess
Give up that frothy chew toy
You're under arrest
Come out with cloven hooves
Above your mossy head
Bite one more officer
You'll trade that rag for lead
Creme corn
Creme corn
Creme corn
Creme corn

I went to Blockhead Video
To rent a tape of people makin' love
Couldn't find no love in here
"It's a family store, see here!"
I Settled for "Faces Of Death"
But they'd rented it to some kid
I'm tired of the same old gore
Kick Butt Cable Network gives me more
All day
All night
Broadcast live
Injection
Bring the pretzels, bring the kids
Have a party, have a beer
Phil Donahue got his wish
Executions on live TV
Here's your host, Kozy Kinkwicket!
What's your name?... You're 14?
And what are you being put to death for today?
Is your family here?
What was your last meal?
Any last words for the fans?
Longer you cling to life-
More prizes for your friends
Awright
What's it gonna be, Old Sparky?
More points for the firing squad
Grand prize, step inside
The Hundred Thousand Dollar Gas Chamber
Answer one question:
How do we teach, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill'?
The gas is rising
There goes the bell
Five minutes...
Six minutes...
Ladies and gentlemen,
He's swallowed his tongue!
Vanna applauds
Studio audience frenzy
Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!
Marie Antoinette for a day
Lose your head, feed your family
Outside picket signs bray
Swarms of tailgate parties
Big gulping who knows what
All waving flags
Gas!
Fry!
God bless
The U.S.A.
That'll show 'em crime does not pay
I got heaps of these on tape
Got Clinton frying that brain-damaged kid
And hockey fights for trade
You got Gacy? Wooooo!
I'll take Ted Bundy, too
No worries if the children see

Disconnected, dysfunctional
Soulmates with nobody else
Sing a song for the New Ice Age
Greed has made us lonely
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Children of the 80's
Values shaped by Reagan greed
Don't stick long with anything
Going gets tough, change the channel and
flee
Twist
Shout
Everyone's scared of everyone else
'Specially who they love the most
No kind act goes unpunished
Show you care just shows you're weak
So take 'em all for what they're worth
Otherwise they'll get you first
#1 must be preserved
Friends aren't for keeps, they're for dessert
Twist
And Shout
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Faith, Hope and Treachery
Years go by, get sick of games
Warmth gets repressed just like hate
Reagen children flunk out at love
It's always someone else's fault
It's always someone else's fault
It's always someone else's fault
It's always someone else's fault

I wanna be a drug-sniffing dog
So I can snort coke all day long
Bite my master when it suits me
Get off on diminished capacity
I wanna be a customs man
Snoop through your stuff 'cause I can
Sneaky peaky pry through your private lives
Stroke your panties, jackin' off at lunch
Weh oh, Weh oh ho
Sure beats Alpo
It's the life
It's the stink
It's the attitude
I wanna be a San Francisco cop
So I can speed and run red lights
And sure as Rodney was a King
We got ways to make you sing
It's the life
It's the stink
It's the attitude
We can seize everything
Houses, cars, and life savings
Keep the loot for ourselves
Fake drug charge works every time
I wanna join the christian coalition
So I can molest my children
None suspect me 'cause I've been saved
'Til my stepdaughter drowns her kids in a lake
Weh oh, Weh oh ho
Spare rod, spoil the child
It's the life
It's the stink

Spiral down the path
Of least resistance
Down a chute to a bed of nails
That becomes a trampoline
Bouncing lost souls
Emperor Ludwig is with us
From extreme to extreme
So is Doctor T
Technicolor stairs and spires
Fantasia trips and wires
5, 000 happy fingers
Ready to play our song
Vortex recedes
All I hear and see
Echoes of my face and fears
In a chamber of one way mirrors
Voices from the drain
Whisper like machines
Now that you're in our dimension
You'll never leave
To leash and harvest thee
Ahh, treasure gleams
Down, down to Bermuda Triangle
Sink, sink 10, 000 feet below
Time to finally meet the zookeepers
We let swallow us whole
Moths
Light any flame
They fly right in
Deep in Chinatown
In New York City
Drop a coin into a cage
Chickens dance on a hot plate
Hot foot round & round
Til the wheel runs down
That's you as we view
Through our ceiling of glass
Kneel
Al Jolson style
Please, please
Can I get a raise
Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle
Please, please more purple kool aid
Tabloid beauty corpses point the way

God's sounded the alarm
Dare not push the snooze button
Your favourite metalhead and mine
Child-molesting freak
Used Seven Seals to scare his flock
So he could sin
Defiled young girls beneath
Posters of Megadeth
But then...
They tried to take his guns
They tried to take his guns
Coulda grabbed him when he's out jogging
Or scamming chicks in bars
But oh no
They brought S.W.A.T. teams and tanks
Waco's a sign
One-World Government
Peeling back the foreskin of Liberty
What do we see?
Ain't God fillin' teeth
It's Jews and Hillary
Communist Chinese
Grind up orphan babies
To sell in powder form
At New Age health food stores
They're trying to take our guns
They're trying to take our guns
They treated Randy Weaver
Like a two-bit pot dealer
Shot up his Little House on the Prairie
At Ruby Ridge
S.W.A.T. teams shoot potheads all the time
But he was a Nazi, dammit
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
That's what I say
What's that noise?
It's those helicopters again
See 'em in the sky, they're always black
What does that tell you, huh?
U.N. troops wait in salt mines
Under Detroit of all places
To storm up from the sewers
For door-to-door raids
To take our guns
They're trying to take our guns
Feminazis and eco-terrorists
I'm not making this up
I got my back yard bunker
Machine guns and grenades
To defend myself from all you
Trying to take them away
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Tear down those highway signs
So the U.N. can't find me
White Shangri-La of Post Falls, Idaho
Will now secede
We'll show them
We'll show them
Damn right it's the End Times
When Christians win!
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die
Live Free or Die