God forgive me for I've sinned
I've killed all of my family, all of my kin
I lost all control, may do it again
Please rid the world of this devil within me
I feel guilty, I feel guilty
Guilty for my crime
I won't be cured, I won't be cured
Be cured by serving time
I don't want to inflict, I don't want to inflict
The world with more despair
Please let me die, please let me die
in the electric chair
You say that I should live
And suffer in misery
Well, if I do there'll only be more tragedy
I won't learn my lesson till I'm dead
You've got the chance to stop my poison
There's a little monster in each of us
That we like to keep locked up inside
Sometimes these monsters get out
No matter how hard we try
One day mine did escape
Spreading destruction, rath and pain
Afterwards I felt so bad
I felt like should have been hanged
Then I looked and what did I see?
Jesus looking down at me
He said, "You've done a very bad thing,
But I'll still take you under my wing.
And I'll rid you of your inner guilt.
No sense in crying of blood already spilt"
And with a halo I was adorned
He said, "Happy birthday! You've been reborn"
Afterwards I did feel like a new man
Spreading sunshine and warmth as I danced
through the land
I never did hurt a flea
Not with my halo atop of me
I went to a party and I was caught off guard
Someone stole my halo, yes I was robbed
and I felt so bad again
Knowing that I'd never get to the Vatican
Then I looked up and what did I see?
Jesus frowning down at me
Then I looked up and what did I see?
The bad growing inside of me
Then I looked up and what did I see ...
I've been trudging through the fog
I cannot see too clearly
The smog burns at my eyes
And it clutches at my windpipe
Tightly clutches at my windpipe
I've been trudging through this fog
I'm trudging
Breathing is a goddamn job
The only one that I can find
Living is a fuckin' chore
One that I do daily
Yes, one that I do daily
I've been trudging...
Must rise up out of clouds
There is a stomach lining
At the end of the tainted rainbow
There is nothing much worth finding
There is nothing much worth finding
Stuck in a van too far from home
I need some time to be alone
I don't mind the guys, just can't stand their smells
Now I know the meaning of "roadhell"
It's a tour tantrum!
I can't be happy now that I'm broke
My hands, they need a neck to choke
This is all getting too much for me to handle
Spent all my money on incense and candles
It's a tour tantrum!
Tour tantrum on the road
One more mile and I'm gonna explode
Physical violence in the driver's seat
was surfing the ocean blue
hanging ten, that's five times two
Went out too far and it was a struggle
To get back to the shore
Still out too far and it got dark
I sensed a shark, but it was not
That's when I saw the jagged teeth
Of a subversive submarine
Tin fish swimming underneath
I hope it does not feed on me
What does it want? What does it need?
Please swim, swim, swim away!
Somehow made it back to the shore
Was badly bruised by the coral floor
That's when I looked out into the distance to see
The tin fish laughing at me
Tin fish swimming underneath
It chose not to feed on me
What did it want? What did it need?
my bed's one big, rocky lump
And my back, it always seems to ache
Whenever I partake in sex
The damn bed always breaks
Looks like it's time
Looks like it's time, time, time
You said it's time for what?
Yup, it's time to buy a futon
Why haven't I thought of this before?
After all, I'm surrounded by futon stores
It's the new wave of sleeping and I'm into new wave
It's not a job, it's an adventure
Smell the burning flesh up on the hillside
This is the end!
You're in the asshole of this earth
Now you know what you're really worth
To them, you're just another rifle
Better keep and eye around the bend
Cos this is the end!
1 - 2 - S.N.F.U.
This is the end!
This is the end!
This is the end!
There are times when I have fallen
To say I haven't would be lying
Some they fall, but never get up
They give in without even trying
You'd be surprised at the ones that slip
Deep into the dark abyss
Never to be seen again
This is a goodbye (to them)
Step into the dark abyss
It's like falling into a bottomless pit
No one stops to hear you hit
The silence can be deafening
On the west side of our town there's a mall that always grows
It feeds on tourists and late night shoppers
And when you least expect it, it will suck your wallet clean but if you're one of the unlucky,
It will make sure that you're never seen again
It's the mall that eats people
Consumers are what it consumes
It's the mall that eats people
And it won't hesitate to snack on you
It's eaten five already, there's bound to be more
Be sure to watch more than your budget
When you enter its doors
Window shoppers are its favorite,
Especially when eaten whole
If you escape with your body intact,
She clutched the scissors in her hand
Then raised them high above her head
She stabbed her boyfriend in the back
Then he hit the floor and bled
She did not know just what to do
So she went and had some lunch
She did not eat the red meat
Because it would only remind her of the
ex-creep
All he had to do was leave
All he had to do was get the hell out
But when he refused to walk through that door
That's when he became the ex-creep
She went back to the house
And dragged the body down the flight of stairs
She stuffed him in the furnace
Then she went and wash her hair
She lay down on the bed
Then she read a good book
She went and fell asleep
Then she awoke to the burning odor of the ex-creep
Whenever he gets to feeling low
He stumbles down to the watering hole
He wets his face with a brew
He feels refreshed, he gets real loose
I said help!
Help me fillet my soul
I hope I don't drown
At the watering hole
His friends and him, they gather 'round
Making sure that one of them don't drown
That's not to say that the water never gets
Over their heads at the watering hole
I said help!...
When they get to being old
They'll still visit that watering hole
It will always be there, the locale may change
The effects of it's contents will always be the same
I said help!...
I feel small
I've tipped a few drinks and I've found it there
I've smoked some herb and smelt it in the air
Had it in a moment of sobriety
Wished it could last for all eternity
The quest for fun is never ending
The quest for fun can be nerve bending
For some the quest is easily satisfied
For some it isn't conquered until they die
I've found it in a foreign land
Achieved it with just my right hand
Had it at the expense of others
He had an itch that wouldn't stop
He caught it from someone who didn't wash
He had a nest for a crotch
He had one big piece of hot property
He's just a kid
The Kwellada kid
He had an itch
Only kwellada could fix
He was afraid to drop his pants
He was embarrassed by the nasty rash
It was in the shape of all of Italy
His penis was his scratching post
He's going back to the town
He's gonna hunt that creature down
He's gonna pull its panties down
The rich people go there to wine & dine
Stuffing their faces by candlelight
I know this all sounds rather romantic
Only because you haven't passed through the kitchen doors
Behind them lurks the kitchen kreeps
The hidden workers that nobody sees
Grotesque humans like abominations
Infecting food for all the patrons
From the dining room you can't even tell
'Cuz the kitchen kreeps secret is kept so well
But if the customers ever did find out
They'd go running, puking right into their hands
And the call themselves the Kitchen Kreeps:
And they touch your dishes
They touch your cutlery too
But worst of all
They even manhandle your food
And nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors
And nobody ever really knows...
Larry Flynt is the king of skin
Sitting in his wheelchair
collecting belly lint
Someone tried to shoot him
but the bullet didn't take
Now he has to park his car
in the handicap space
He's spreading it rather thinly
Spreading it rather thin
Ole Jerry Falwell
will be glad to see him go
buried with the spuds
in Boise, Idaho
Larry Flynt & Pee Wee Herman
side by side
In that giant porno theater
Songs like these sound the best,
Like when you’re really fuckin’ wasted,
And drinking super, super high test,
And snorting shit that ain’t even illegal yet.
Go shake your heavy metal ass,
Butt don’t you rattle it too fast,
There’s more to life than thrash,
So let’s get stoned and dance!
There’s more to life than thrash,
So let’s get really smashed,
and do the heavy head dance. [x2]
Bang your, Clang your,
Mangle your, Heavy head. [x2]
It’s easier than you know,
Just hang your head real low,
And sway from side to side,
And away you fuckin’ go!
Yeah, I ought to know,
Because I was raging in Chicago,
And I threw out my fuckin’ back!
While doing the heavy head dance.
Yeah, it’s big in fuckin’ France,
And it’s one of the few things that’ll
make a German laugh.
French fries were created in Belgium
not France!
There’s more to life than thrash...
My neck is really sore,
I don’t want to do this anymore.
I thought the climb had ended and I was over the hill
And I seemed to have lost all of my motivational skills
I had to work much harder for some of that easy fun
Yes, just the other day I was a stick in the mud
But I got tired of feeling like shit
So I turned on my happy switch
And I haven't looked back ever since
But sometimes this smile sure hurts my lips
Now the good times come and the bad did go
Every day's like Christmas, every day's like ho! ho! ho!
I know that life can get boring and I know that life
can be mundane
I pride my record collection,
It's the only thing I like to do
But my dad insists they're evil things
with satanic messages in their grooves
He says he knows this for a fact
'cause the lord told him so
And he doesn't want the voice of Satan
raging through his humble home.
Those records are the devil's music
And no son of mine's gonna listen to them
Sorry son, but you have no choice
I just can't have you hearing that devil's voice
I told him to shut up and he punched my face
He threw my records in the fireplace!
He then grabbed a sledgehammer from out back
and sabotaged my record rack
He crushed all my imports and rarities
He didn't even save the picture sleeves!
afterwards I felt so weak
He sits and stares and looks up
At the crack lines on the ceiling
Nothing moves, not even him
He thinks of friends and wonders why
They seem to have such better lives
And he feels so left behind
He takes the eraser end of his trusty pencil
And he rubs it on his forehead
He erases them from his thoughts
Then stabs the pencil through his heart
And he feels much better now
He sits and stares and looks up...
Late in the night, this solemn man he goes to work
Content with his job, placing people into the earth
Heaven or hell? I said that's one thing he can't decide
One thing's for sure, the dead will keep his business alive
Meet the gravedigger, the one who smells like rotting flesh now
He's the gravedigger, he's here to bid you an earthly farewell
This is farewell - This is farewell
No sleep tonight, this old man just ended his health
Tomorrow's the day the gravedigger will bury himself
Who'll fill the holes, now that the old man is gone?
One thing's for sure, the dead will keep coming on and on and on
Meet the gravedigger, the one who smells like rotting flesh now
He's the gravedigger, he's here to bid you an earthly farewell
Into the pit - Yeah, into the pit
Meet the gravedigger, his icy touch will give you the fuckin creeps
My alarm clock starts ringing much to my dismay
Go out there and kill em, it's another working day
But I just want to go back to sleep, I really don't wanna go
But I know I'm gonna have to cause I need the money so
My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling
It knows I don't want to go to work
So it keeps me pinned down
My ceiling, it knows what I'm feeling
Yes, I'm talking about my ceiling
I'm looking up at my ceiling
And it's looking back down at me
It can see what a mess I am and it knows I need the sleep
Now the ceiling's level with the floor
and my blankets are now the floorboards
First there was one,
Then there were two,
Then there were three
Then came four,
Over the years they’ve piled up
Now there’s one hundred or more,
And there he is still putting up those birdhouses
And there he is still putting up more birdhouses
First there was one,
Then there were two,
Then there were three
Then came four,
Over the years they’ve piled up
Now there’s one hundred or more, and he’s a
Birdman of Malmo
He’s a birdman, baby
And he won’t be pigeonholed.
People say he’s cuckoo [x3]
People drive by safe in their cars,
Honking their horns in approval,
Neighbours think he’s an eyesore,
Giving him the seal of disapproval,
People drive by safe in their cars honking their horns in approval,
Neighbors think he’s an asshole,
Demanding the immediate removal of the,
When's the last time you've tasted their salty taste?
And you've had their feelings running down your face?
And you've cried and cried till you felt good inside
You cried and cried till your heart wrung dry
Are you the emotional cripple you were taught to be?
If you cry, is it a sign of latency?
To keep your emotions locked up inside
Means you're only living half your life
Sometimes these tears...are out of sadness
Sometimes these tears...are out of madness
Sometimes they're the voice of happiness
I'm feeling strangely strange
I'm in an unstately state
I hope I get better soon
I'm looking like the creature from the black lagoon
I feel strange
I'm in an unstately state
Strangely strange
I'm in an unstately state
My skin is turning green
Reminiscent of a jelly bean
Nothing like you've ever seen
Not even in your worst dreams
I feel strange...
But now I feel okay
Much better than yesterday
When all I wanted was to die
Now I'm happier than a shit covered fly
Much better than yesterday...
There rarely is a day
Where I don't feel strangely strange
Strangely strange
I'm in an unstately state
Yesterday I realized just how I've changed
Okay, wait a minute. let me explain
I was walking down the street when I heard a loud crash
A man lay on the road, flatter than flat
Was he dead or alive? I didn't care to know so,
I kept walking and no emotion did I show
I think it's time to straighten out the shelves of my mind
Then I got to thinking about how numb I've become
Am I really that unfeeling? am I really that dumb?
To not help another when they're in desperate need of it
How selfish can I be? how much worse can I get?
But then, there are times in which we're not
supposed to care
Think only of yourself and ignore what's
The TV's loud
It screams at me again
Reminds me of my mom
Fighting with my new step dad
Who the hell are you?
All you do is fuck my mom and eat her food
Why should I listen to you?
You are a stranger to me and you will always be
Paying the rent won't buy you ownership
Stocking the fridge won't get you my respect
Trust and friendship are something you should earn
You sir, are nothing but a wiggly worm
Who the hell are you?
All you do is fuck my mom and eat her food
Why should I listen to you?
You are a stranger to me and you will always be
Who the hell are you?
All you do is fuck my mom and eat her food
Why should I listen to you?
Spaceghost, the twins, and blip
Were busy fighting the cosmic witch
She jumped in her craft and sped away
Leading them on a high speed chase
Spaceghost, the twins, and blip
Defending the cosmos in a spaceship
Spaceghost, the twins, and blip
Exploring the cosmos in a spaceship
Her vessel crashed but she got away
Vowed revenge on spaceghost one day
He raised his fist in victory
Don't know what's wrong with me today.
it's all the rain that's causing rage.
Got out of bed with a fiery head
and all I want to do is complain.
I don't know what to think today
I see the rain all the way
Got out of bed with a fiery head
And all I want to do is complain.
Oh please don't
Oh please
Don't you
let me let me
Chew chew chew
Chew upon you like a snapping turtle when I do bite
So much harshness in these morning words
I've said if I want any shit out of you man,
I'll squeeze your fucking head
Oh, my bad mood is so obvious
I think I'll go back to bed before I get worse
Oh please don't
Oh please don't you
let me let me chew chew chew
Chew upon you like a snapping turtle when I do bite
I hope tomorrow I won't feel this way
These angry feelings. yes, yes. will be replaced
I guess I got up on the wrong side of the world
Oh please
Don't oh please
Don't you
Let me
Let me
Chew chew
chew upon you like a snapping turtle
I’m on sick leave, ’til I feel better,
I came quite close to breaking forever,
The grind of the daily, everyday today,
Can sometimes leave you in some sort of pain they say.
Not much grows in the basement,
But I’ve found, to my amazement,
Even the slightest glimpse of sun,
Can pick me up when I’m down.
Don’t be afraid to say, what’s on your mind,
I promise not to laugh in your face,
No, I’d rather wait ’til you turn around,
So I can kick you in the ass when you pass.
Not much grows in the basement...
Am I sickly? Or cowardly?
Who exactly have you come to see?
I’m asking you privately,
Can you please help me?
So I can walk, right on your head,
Just to get to the next step,
Cuz I’m cowardly to the end,
I have no close friends.
No. People are merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want.
Merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want.
Even the slightest glimpse of sun,
He has two heads and he has three legs
He has no tail what a crying shame
There is nothing for him to wag
to let us know that he's happy
Is he rabid? no.
Is he rabid? no.
Hey, I ought to know
Is he playful? yes.
Is he playful? yes.
Or would you rather guess?
Eats pitbulls for breakfast
Eats pitbulls for breakfast
and swallows them whole
Mutated dog is my best friend
He ate the teacher and the teacher's pet
While running loose in the backyard
he feeds on little kiddies arms
He's my mutated dog
Who is that new waitress? He wants her on his plate
Well every time he sees her he just has to masturbate
He wants her luscious breasts on the end of his fork
But all this menu offers is chicken, beef & pork
But I don't want that girl to be mine
For breakfast, lunch or suppertime
She's not a sex object, but a person too
(I know that) She's not on the menu
She's not on the menu - She's not on the menu
She's not on the menu - She's not on the menu
He wants to eat her body just like a plate of fries
And suck out all the gravy that seeps into her thighs
He says he "loves" that girl and he thinks that it's true
Cos every time she speaks to him, he cums into his soup
But I don't want that girl to be mine
For breakfast, lunch or suppertime
She's not a sex object, but a person too
(I know that) She's not on the menu
She's not on the menu - She's not on the menu
She's not on the menu - She's not on the menu
She's not on the menu - She's not on the menu
Creeping,
Crawling,
Walking death
My heart it hurts
I clench my breath
Does someone have a cigarette?
Seven minutes closer to death...
I'm a mailman and I hate my job
Not half as much as I hate the dogs
The ones that shit throughout my route
Yes, they're the ones I can do without
There you have it. that's my pet peeve
Yes, something that really bothers me
But, not quite as much as working for less
Than fourteen dollars an hour
At night I dream of better days
Back to when there was no S.P.C.A.
For they're the one who'll put me jail
If I choose to make your doggy into "doggy chow"
Ridding the world of dogs would be nice
Not quite as fun as going on strike
And I know that this may not sound important to you
In the morning when he rises and hears the daily news
There's stories of people getting killed and criminals on the loose
And these are not the kind of things he wants to hear when he wakes
So he goes down to the liquor store and gets a bottle of the great escape
He's seeing life - Through the bottom of a bottle
It's the only way - He can cope with a world he finds so troubled
He's seeing life - Through the bottom of a bottle
It's the only way - He can cope with a world he finds so troubled
Will he get mugged today? Will he get shot?
He's tired of living life inside this paranoia trap
And these are not the kinds of things he wants happening to him
And he don't want to be no victim of sobriety
He's seeing life - Through the bottom of a bottle
It's the only way - He can cope with a world he finds so troubled
He's seeing life - Through the bottom of a bottle
I've got the ragged clothes and the matted down hair
And the cold dark eyes to provide that icy stare
Some day's I'm so weak I feel I'm made of straw
But, unlike a real scarecrow, I do have a heart
I'm feeling like a scarecrow and the people are the crows I've got to look like a menace
So that they don't come too close
But there's one thing that these crows can't see
Sometimes I'm just as afraid of them as they are of me
Everyday these crows rip at me, but I don't budge
I've become so used to them, to their actions I am numb
Oh, but some days ignorance is oh, so hard
Birds eat worms
Pigs eat turd
If I ever say a discouraging word
slash my face with a rusty rake
It will be something that I deserve
It's not like I live on the street
It's not like I live in a war zone
It's not like I can't afford to eat
It's not like I don't have a home
Birds eat worms
Pigs eat turd
If ever I say a discouraging word
slap my face with a salmon steak
Got no real reason to bitch & complain
My face is buried inside a book
Everybody's wearing a haggard look
The sirens scream, a baby cries
Everyday on this bus I ride
There's a man to my left
Who's got a stump for a hand
I'm staring into a giant cyst
Growing on the face of a Chinese man
Reality is a ride on the bus
The mongoloid is in the back
He's having his snot for lunch
There's a loud mouth sitting next to me
The one that everybody wants to punch
Reality is a ride on the bus
So hop on board and step inside
What was it like?
Being swallowed up by a mudslide?
Did you think you were goner... did you ever give up hope?
Could you hear?
Could you see?
Did you find it hard to breathe?
How did you get out of there alive?
Oh did it feel like a grave?
Or was it more like a tomb?
Did you thank the nice people who rescued you?
Was it dark?
Was it damp?
Could you feel your muscles cramp?
Could you feel the life being sucked out of you?
Well I'm so happy you're alive, lets put all kidding aside.
Oh tell me what was it like?
Oh tell me what was it like?
Oh please tell me what was it like?
She used to be a wretched girl, a genuine ugly duck
Her body was in awful shape, had she been hit by a 2 ton truck?
Then one day she one the lottery and answered her childhood dream
She became the most beautiful girl alive via plastic surgery
Plastic surgery kept her beautiful
Couldn't keep her alive
She found eternal beauty
But not eternal life
Yeah, but beauty wasn't everything, it was only skin deep
Her body was plagued by some rare disease
Plastic surgery kept her happy til the last day of her life
She died with the looks of a queen and not the monster she thought she was
Plastic surgery kept her beautiful
Couldn't keep her alive
She found eternal beauty
But not eternal life
Plastic surgery kept her beautiful
But it couldn't keep her alive
She found eternal beauty
The young boy had fallen in love
With his homeroom teacher
He has fallen in love
It happens everyday
In schools throughout the city
Throughout the city
She was married, he did learn
And inside he did burn
Deep inside he did burned
He vowed that never again
Would he open his heart
Open up his hear
And to serve as a reminder
He painted her a picture
This painful reminder
And he keeps it in his binder
This painful reminder
The next day in his art class
He drew a picture of her
With an axe in her head
A picture's worth a thousand words
Even those left unsaid
Those best left unsaid
Now he walks the halls alone
But it is for the better
Alone...alone...alone
He vowed that never again
Would he open his heart
Oh no! never again!
Give me your shoes and them I'll lick
Give me your feet and them I'll kiss
Because I would never want to hurt you
And if I did, you know just what I'd do
I'd throw myself off of a bridge
Toss myself off the highest cliff
Hang myself from the rafters above
Because I could not live without your love
When you drop your dress, I drop to my knees
You know me, so eager to please
Because I would never want you to hate me
And if you did, you know just what I'd do...
But wait I just had a change of heart
I no longer need you to cater to my wants
You need care to make it work both ways
No prize for congeniality
Never knew popularity
How this ugly stick had wished
To one day become a swan
Always picked last for sports teams
Got cheated out of my wet dream
I missed out on teenage sex
Was too busy beating off to reader's digest
And I can't help but laugh
at my pathetic past
From now on things will be different
Every day will now be recess
Beaten up by football jocks
Forced to hide in toilet stalls
Chased home by rabid dogs
Somehow survived it all
'Kick Me' sign taped to my back
I had to run out of my art class
Shit rolling out of my slacks
Won't you come to my place
and see my collection of mold
It hangs off the ceiling
Covers half the floor
No mold's too old
In the fridge, you can feast your eyes
upon many a fuzzy fiend
I guess I'm best left alone
just my collection & me
No mold's too old
I scrape my armpits
each and every day
Get up, go to work, then go home and sleep
Get up, go to work again, do this 5 days a week
And it gets you so frustrated, that it just ain't funny
Are you amazed at the things we'll do for this thing called money?
Then what do you do with the money you worked so hard for
Go drown your sorrows at the nearest-by liquor store
In order to survive we need this thing called cash
But to get it will you lick some shoes or kiss some ass?
Does money make your world go round
If you don't have it, do you feel down?
Does money make your world go round
If you don't have it, do you feel down?
Get up, go to work, then go home and sleep
Get up, go to work again, do this 5 days a week
And it gets you so frustrated, that it just ain't funny
Are you amazed at the things we'll do for this thing called money?
Then what do you do with the money you worked so hard for
Go drown your sorrows at the nearest-by liquor store
In order to survive we need this thing called cash
But to get it will you lick some shoes or kiss some ass?
Does money make your world go round
If you don't have it, do you feel down?
Does money make your world go round
There's fire at the end of the block
The people gather round to watch
Well instead of helping they just sit
As helpless people burn to a crisp
Oh! Misfortune - Why? Misfortune
And his dying from this world's misfortune
Well Isn't that misfortune?
Down the stairs falls a handicap
And again the people gather round to laugh
Well it's not his fault he was born that way
Said a person is a person, we're all one in the same
Oh! Misfortune - Why? Misfortune
And his dying from this world's misfortune
Well Isn't that misfortune?
Now you've had a little accident
And your fuckin' body's all gnarled and bent
Said now the shoe is on the other foot
And your once good friends are treating you like shit
Oh! Misfortune - Why? Misfortune
And his dying from this world's misfortune
Well isn't that misfortune?
Said a person is a person, we're all one in the same
Said a person is a person, we're all one in the same
Said M - I - S - F - O - R - T - U - N - E
Sometimes my mind's just like a door
it's open night and day always open to suggestion
Don't want to throw a good idea away
Sometimes my mind's just like a door it's closed
So no one can get in
Too afraid to leave it open afraid a stranger might come in
Sometimes my mind's just like a door
It's made out of the thickest wood
And you may try your best to kick it down
But that won't do you any good
Sometimes my mind's just like a door
and I lose the key, I find myself locked outside
Had a vision of Michelle Pfeiffer
Wearing nothing but a diaper
Squatting over a roman candle
Dancing around in rhinestone sandals
Hey! well I don't know
How that thought got in there
Had a vision of tug McGraw
His ass was beaten red and raw
Wearing nothing but a baseball cap
It was high noon, the sun was shinning
Manuel sharpened his blade
He stuck it in the ground
it came out twice as long
Chopped of the end of his leg
Madness sprouted in that garden
Manuel felt strange
Then his mind shifted as the vines twisted
He became quite crazed
The barbed wire fence post,
it felt quite wooden
as he impaled himself on the steel
as the blood ran down, he felt so horrible
reached for the tequila worm and beer
Razor swallowing in that garden
He winced with pain
Like a curse lifted he begged for
forgiveness
but it was too late
I wonder what Mon and Dad would say
I wouldn't want to bring them shame
I know one day I'll have to tell them
Oh yes I'll tell them about 'it'
My lovely little Frankenstein
A love like ours is hard to find
My lovely little Frankenstein
A love like ours is blind
It lives up on the darkened hill
Big city life would bring it death
A close personal friend of mine
My lovely little Frankenstein
It listens as I quietly talk
While hand in hand on our nightly walk
I get lost in it's eyes as it stares into mine
Where's the floor that once felt so secure?
Where are the walls that I once leaned on for support?
They are now gone, and I'm floating and hanging on
I know I can't hang on forever, but I'm gonna try
I'm limping away now...
If I should fall, I hope I don't hit very hard
Cuz I know that there'll be no one there to catch me
I know I'll get by, it'll just take a little time
Meet the man who loves to kill
Whenever he gets in to his automobile
He'll drive his car to the road
Searching for victims, young & old
He'll kill anyone that gets in his path
He does this strictly for fun & laughs
There's no sense in trying to hide
There's no escape from this madman's tires
Every night, he goes on a joyride
And every night, he robs the people of their lives
He'll wait for you outside your home
Then with his car, he'll crush all your bones
Be you black or white, he don't give a shit
Insanity is never prejudice
No one's safe in his community
From this menace to society
Just one last thing, before he gets me
Look both ways before you cross the street
Every night, he goes on a joyride
Singing along to Joni Mitchell
As his face went through the windshield
of his '67 Chevrolet
He was driving on the wrong side
Just a wee bit on the drunk side
When the ditch became a shallow grave
Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away
In his Chevy he did perish
To 'a free man in Paris'
The song played loudly away
Taken away on a stretcher
He was buried in the cornfield
Along with his Joni tapes
Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away
I've always told myself that the hate is bad,
yet sometimes it's so hard
And this smile I wear upon my face often seems
like a disguise
I know I have my opinions, but I never mean to hurt
It's funny, that how the ones I love always seem to suffer
the most
I went and opened my big mouth again
And I've lost myself another friend
But if people like that are so easily fazed
Then maybe they weren't real friends in the first place
Just because one is a friend doesn't mean you
have to agree
In fact, a good argument can often prove to be healthy
A friend is there to share the good and to help out
with the bad
Sidney and Nancy,
Do you remember them?
Punk and addicted until their tragic end,
Heroin was their enemy and friend,
What we never heard was Nancy asking Sid
If I die, will you die?
Come on, let’s make a deal,
If I check out tonight,
Will you follow still?
What say Sidney,
Let’s make a lovers pact,
If I go first, will you cover up my tracks?
Don’t dare chicken out, Sid, promise me that,
Once we descend, there is no turning back.
If I die, will you die?...
What say Sidney?
Come on, please say yes,
Let’s put our punk love to one last sick test.
Well the pressure builds up deep inside
And there's no hope to run and hide
It's gonna make you sweat,
You're gonna end up wet
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
Well I'm real scared - No turning back
No need for you and that's a fact
I'm real scared- No turning back
And I don't wanna die
We've got the heavies sitting on our chests
Weary tired but cannot rest
The razor's sharp - Bleeding in the dark
And it's no wonder why I'm so scared
Well I'm real scared - No turning back
No need for you and that's a fact
I'm real scared- No turning back
And I don't wanna die - No!
Well I'm real scared - No turning back
No need for you and that's a fact
I'm real scared- No turning back
I used to write songs cursing the government
I used to write songs about how much the system sucked
I used to write songs about how we are all getting fucked
Now I write songs about love
Now I write songs that just suck
I used to write songs that were anti-establishment
I used to write songs about blowing up parliament
I used to write songs about puking and getting drunk
Now I write songs about love
Now I write songs that just suck
Now I write songs about helping out my fellow man
Now I write songs about lending a helping hand
I think fine art’s fine.
With my one good eye,
I may be colour-blind,
But I know what I like,
And I like,
Lichtenstein!
He had a great way with line,
And a background in graphic design,
Oh! Let’s give it up for lefty Lichtenstein.
Come on let’s go.
Oh! But Andy Warhol,
Now, he blew my mind,
When not out blowing guys,
And getting high,
He took a bullet to the side,
But that’s not how he died,
He took it up the backside,
Yet his art thrived!
Now, Keith Haring,
He wins the big prize for doing the most
in the shortest amount of time,
Painted up until the day he died,
Leaving priceless works behind,
Oh yeah I really dug that guy,
And that’s just three reasons why I say,
What do I say?
I say...
I think fine art’s fine [x6]
I know more than you
No! I know more than you
We can go for coffee
We can sit and talk
You can do the sitting
While I do all the talking
I think I'm pretty smart
And I'm out to prove it
I'm gonna make you fell dumb
Because It makes me feel like someone
Yes, It makes me feel like someone
To have you feel like no one
Besides, I know more than you
Hi, I'd like you to meet my mom
But there's no sense in introducing yourself
She'll only forget who you are in two or three minutes from now
You see, she's got Alzheimer's disease
It's eating away those memories
Too bad cause that's all she's got oh, but not for long
What was that you said? Who did you say you were?
Where did you say you are? How did wee get here, how?
She walks around in a daze
This disease has deadened her brain
It'll soon deaden the rest of her
so in a way she'll kind of die twice
I know this may sound selfish of me
But I'd like to put her out of her misery
Sometimes I wish I had this disease
So I too could forget her grief
So now you've met my mom
and I hope you enjoyed yourself
She's already forgotten who you are
and she asks the same questions again
You see, she's got Alzheimer's disease
It's eating away those memories
Her friends say she looks her best
Sideburns in the shape of a prairie province,
Bookcased his face, baby
He looked alot like Elvis,
Long before his name became disgraced,
Back when he was young,
Taking care of business in a flash,
I met him at the Head Smashed
in Buffalo Jump, Yeah.
I met him at the Head Smashed
in Buffalo Jump, Yeah
He sang deep and low,
Well, he sang in baritone,
And he sang about the buffalo,
He sang about home sweet home,
He sang about cool hot rods
and shiny UFO’s.
He did not sing about,
What he did not know. No, no.
Life is full of its ups and downs
and this man has seen his share
Now he finds that he's losing his mind
just as fast as he's losing his hair
All he does in the old folks' home is sit and shit his pants
And all he has left is memories
But now those too are fading fast
He's not getting older, he's getting bitter
Everyday he sits and waits for death to set him free
He looks and laughs at old photographs
Ones that he can no longer see
He wonders why dying takes so long
He wonders just what it's waiting for
He'd like to throw himself out the window
He was at the club one night
Ready to see the band
He was sent by the paper
With his note pad & pen
And he saw this band called 'SNFU'
But he couldn't understand us because
All we did was...
Locked in his room
It is getting cold and lonely
Gladly in gloom
He has lost all hope in hoping
Try as he might
He can't drag himself outside:
Locked in his room
He is feeling sad and lonely
Gladly in gloom
He is losing hope in hoping
Slept most of June
Just didn't feel like waking
Sleeping bag cocoon
Safe from any trouble makers
Try as he might
He can't drag his ass outside
Had a gaggle of friends in high school
I know none of them now
Cleared my memory of them
Here's what I heard through the rumor mill
'so and so's' a lawyer
you know who's a nurse
what's his name got murdered
Kim now wears a dress and carries a purse
The one 'voted most likely to succeed'
now works at Dairy Queen
The jock who used to beat me up daily
Now sells his ass to men for money
Me, I play in a punk rock band
Don't see it as a fault
I may not be the richest
You sit and complain
Instead of using your brain
You say you're bored out of your skull
Instead of crying, why aren't you trying?
To make things seem less dull
No, you're taking the easy way out
You best stop shitting from your mouth
There's no value in verbal stew
What's more important are the things you do
Get off your ass and do something
Why sit on your ass and do nothing? Yeah!
You've got your freedom, why not put it to use?
Before some asshole takes it away from you
Now you've become a doer laughs
Go out to the verbal shit spewers
And even if your scene does die
You'll have the satisfaction to say you've tried
It's easy to bury things with words,
Long before they're dead
If we act positively and avoid apathy
We'll got a lot more done instead
Get off your ass and do something
Why sit on your ass and do nothing? Yeah!
You've got your freedom, why not put it to use?
This one's about how my G.I. Joe came to life
And he kicked in my bedroom door last night
He grabbed me by my genitals
Mad at the fact that he had none of his own
G.I. Joe hates humans
Yet he longs to be one
He envies our power to reproduce
I know, I know cuz he tried to kill me!!!
Daybreak forced him back into his toy box
Where I hurriedly slapped on a padlock
With matches and gasoline, I sent him to "hasbro hell"
Dogboy climbed the tower
Not sure if he'd jump or fall
The driver of the big black hearse
He sat there waiting
Waiting for the worst
Waiting for the worst
Dogtown was elated
When the boy climbed down on his own
The driver of the big black hearse
He sat there waiting
Waiting for the worst
Waiting for the worst
Call it luck, I call it fate
As the sun shines over the small town
The graveyard is no place for the young
Eric got a speeding ticket
Eric stepped in human shit
He's had a bad day now
Eric drank a pint of salsa
Then went into convulsions
He's had a bad day now
Eric bought a new amp
Then got kicked out of his band
He's had a bad day now
Eric busted his jaw
at the local skatepark
He's had a bad day now
What's a poor boy to do?
Flex your head, Eric
Nice blue dreads, Eric
Pulled a muscle
I popped a joint
My useless body
Is falling apart
I used to be limber
I used to have finesse
Now I'm just a pencilneck
But it wasn't always this way
I remember way back in the day
I used to somersault like elfie schlegel
Coming off the uneven bars
Saw my chiropractor
My question he did answer
Said you better take care
I better get some Medicare
I'm not getting younger
so said my doctor
I'm no spring chicken pigeon
But it wasn't always this way
I remember way back in the day
I used to somersault like elfie schlegel
God forgive me for I've sinned
I've killed all of my family, all of my kin
I lost all control, may do it again
Please rid the world of this devil within me
I feel guilty, I feel guilty
Guilty for my crime
I won't be cured, I won't be cured
Be cured by serving time
I don't want to inflict, I Don't want to inflict
The world with more despair
Please let me die, please let me die
in the electric chair
You say that I should live
And suffer in misery
Well, if I do there'll only be more tragedy
I won't learn my lesson till I'm dead
You've got the chance to stop my poison
Elaine, she had a funny name,
Both names the same,
Elaine, she drifted far away,
I never saw her again.
Elaine Elaine,
She was painfully plain,
Abnormally normal,
That’s what I liked about her.
Elaine, lived on a radar range,
For reasons unexplained,
Elaine, she never spoke for days,
Some found that strange.
Elaine Elaine,
Never surfed on a wave,
Never been to California,
Grew up on the prairie plain,.
And she never went to parties,
Cause she couldn’t dance at all,
Some called her a wall flower,
Some said she looked more like a wall.
Elaine Elaine, never tasted champagne,
Drank dirty water from the river,
That’s what I liked about her.
Elaine Elaine, only listened to new wave,
Never heard of Quiet Riot,
It happened so fast
He didn't have time to think
Or maybe he had too much
a bit too much to drink
When he went riding off
into the bright sunshine
It turned out to be
the lights of a car
Can somebody help me please
Scrape this man up off the road
Can somebody help me please
I cannot do it on my own
As the police
were scarping him off the fender
A friend of his said
that he had been on a bender
and that he had a huge fight
Yeah, he had a fight with his wife
Then he got pissed off
Then rode off on his bike
He was drunk
You should have listened to your mother
And ate your veggies when you were younger
You should have listened to your parents
And doubled up on your peas and carrots
Even though I eat meat
I appreciate the irony
Now that the cows are going mad
The vegetarians are laughing at us now
Well this just make you want to hate them even more
But if you indulge in that
You're no smarter than the slab of beef you eat
The one that's now driving you mad
I hate to be an I told you so
but I fucking told you so
Meat is murder and it's killing you
Running away to join the circus
Every little boy's dream
When he got there, he discovered
That circus life isn't all it seems
The bearded lady was a bitch
The clown was a drunk
The strongman was a queer
kept a dress in the costume trunk
As he got older
He found himself a shoulder belonging
To the big man
Wearing black high heels
Now that they are a couple
They often dance the shuffle
In fact, they led the parade last year
The bearded lady had three tits
The clown was well hung
The strongman drank twelve beers
I had a dream that I saw Dean
Yes, I saw Dino in my dream
He had the body of an alien
He was visiting planet Earth for the weekend
Dean Martin was a Martian
Approach with extreme caution
He was drinking a dry martini
He couldn't hear me. He couldn't see me
He was wearing a thong bikini
Drinkin’ again,
I’m not thinkin’ ahead,
I got that shrinking feeling,
That only grows larger,
Day by day,
Loggers buy lager.
And I’m still sitting here,
Writing my will with a cockatoo quill,
The one thing I own,
One thing that’s not on loan,
One thing I haven’t sold, yet.
It’s so easy just to fuck it all
and go for the mersyndol,
Or something stronger to get me back
on the wagon I just fell off of,
Another swig,
One last gulp,
One more tablet to pop,
Anything to get me to start
working on what I’ve been putting off.
And I’m still sitting here...[x2] i
I’m on a boat that doesn’t float,
And I can’t swim,
That’s the predicament that I’m currently wrestling with and I’m going to win,
and I’m going to win,
and I’m going to win,
A cheap transistor radio underneath my pillow,
I fell asleep to the hits,
And I woke up with batteries dead,
But it was worth it cuz I love music,
And it’s better when it’s free.
Much like it felt back in the 70’s.
Cheap! Tran! Sistor! Radio!
Possibilities seemed endless,
as to what was what and what could be
I think that it is very important,
To continue that line of thinking,
Come on tell me,
Do you agree? Or do you disagree?
Come on tell me, honestly.
Cheap! Tran! Sistor! Radio! Yeah!
Cheap Tran! Sistor! Radio!
A starlet lay dead
Her blood's on the fridge
Those hippies, they've gone too far
Once, they were passive
They did too much acid
While freaking out at the farm
Charlie is up again for parole today
Charlie still smirks behind rusted bars today
They won't let him out, you know, but that's ok
Charlie deserves to die in jail today anyway
Needed a leader
To make them feel bigger
Than their parents ever could
Some went to jail,
Some, they found God
I head axl rose gave him a blowjob
Charlie is up again for parole today
Charlie still smirks behind rusted bars today
They won't let him out, you know
It's safe to say
funny I'm not familiar with this taste
Are these ribs or is this steak?
Well I'd sure like to know what the hell this is I'm chewing
I said holy fuck! it's another human!
Come with me, I'm on my way
To the cannibal café
Won't you come to the only place
Where you can be the special of the day?
There I was choking this thing back
When I realized that it was someone's hand
Only way that I could possibly tell
Careless chef did not remove the fingernails
Come with me, I'm on my way
To the Cannibal Café..
The food ain't bad and the food ain't good
Don't dare order the "leper's foot"
I recommend the "ass of a farmer's wife"
Stop the senseless killing
Jesus is my chauffeur
Honk if your homo
God drives a Ford!
Do you ever read them?
Bumper stickers
Do you really need them?
Bumper stickers
If you don't like my driving
dial 1-800-EAT-SHIT
He who has the most toys
when he dies wins!
Have you ever bought one?
Did you really need it?
There was a boy who had a toy
But it was no car or train
The toy that he had was the best toy in the world
The toy was called his brain
This toy could talk, this toy could think
There was no limit at all
Then one day this perfect toy broke
So now he thinks nothing but broken thoughts
So now he plays each and every day
With his broken toy
When this toy turned out to be his brain
No one else wanted to play, yeah!
So now he plays each and every day
With his broken toy
When the toy turned out to be his brain
As I sleep, bedded down,
I'm awakened by the sounds
Of people moaning in the halls
I think there's bodies in the walls
They scream at me, they yell at me
They tug at me, are they out to get me?
They want to make peace or to talk to me
They need my help, these bodies in the wall
Under my axe, the walls crumble down
Sure enough, what have I found?
The rotting remains of human bodies
Some are screaming, some are crying
They scream at me, they yell at me
They tug at me, are they out to get me?
They want to make peace or to talk to me
They need my help, these bodies in the wall
They cry because their lives were cut short
They scream for help, their last resort
But the only way I can help these souls
Is to find the person responsible
And when I do, it will be his last call
I'll stuff his body in the wall
But he won't be dead, he'll be alive
Penis severed off with a butcher knife
Only to be sewn on again
A permanent notch on his crotch
Will it ever stiffen again?
He better keep it in his pants this time
Or he might lose it for good
Now he's doing porno films
Does anybody care for sausage?
Throbbing Johnny Bobbitt
Throbbing Johnny lost it
She lopped it off
while it was throbbing
Bobbitt, Bobbitt
She lopped it off
while it was throbbing
Can you see the black cloud above his head?
Well, it was put there by the nuclear threat
He can't seem to have fun anymore
frightened by the impending war
So he drinks and it all goes away
And he smiles because he's still here today
And he laughs in the fakest of ways
Cuz he knows one day there'll be no tomorrow
So he went and found himself a wife
Decided to get on with life they sit and play the waiting game
I find it hard to talk
with a black ball in my mouth
Impossible to fart
with carrots up my ass
My neighbors think I'm weird
I do agree
Whatever turns your crank
Are you into bizarre novelties?
I find it hard to walk
with my thumbs screwed into the floor
I travel to strange places
when left alone I explore
My neighbors think I'm sick
I do agree
Do not try this at home
Ashtray balanced on my chest
Sucking on a cigarette
If I don't burn in hell
I just might burn in bed
Staring into a glowing red ember
on a chilly morning in September
I look out my front window
and realize that the walk needs shoveling
Oh my head aches
whenever I'm listening to you
Oh my head aches
whenever I'm thinking of you
Underneath the snowbank
I found myself a big thumb
Found myself a rusty dime
I put that big thumb in my pocket
The damn thing stayed there until it rotted
Now I keep it in a pickle jar
He seemed shy and so confused
Now that he's older, he's last year's news
She is looking for somebody fresh and young
She is looking for someone less miserable
She's looking for somebody better
Much better than Eddie Vedder
His pictures used to line her locker
But they don't hang there any longer
She has gone, and she has burned them all
Eddie comes crashing down from her bathroom wall
Now she's looking for somebody cuter
Someone more fun who rides a scooter
Eddie hides his face under a jokeshop mask
Eddie, you missed the grade, you failed the test
She's looking for somebody better
Later on, when I get old I'm gonna buy myself a better home
One that's better than where I now live
One that doesn't smell like shit
And it will have a garden too!
with tulips for me to tiptoe through
And I'll keep my yard so nice and clean
As not to upset the community
I'll have you know, this is my only goal
To have my house inside their centerfold
I can see it now, a two-page spread
In Better Homes and Gardens
Oh! how I'd love to be in that magazine
showing off my favorite recipes
And removing rust from garbage cans
This would make me the proudest man
But it will take a lot from me
For I can't even keep my own room clean
I know that one day I'll see my face
When you walked into the room
I couldn't keep my eye's off you
It wasn't because you were beautiful
But because you were ugly like me
Yes, there was an attraction
We had something in common
When you licked those cold sores on your lips
I knew I had been blessed
Oh life is beautiful, unlike you and I
Oh how I longed to press my zits against your zits
Or rub my scabs upon your scabs
When you walked over and bit my hand
I knew we would share and everlasting case of leprosy
Now we live together in our infected state
Oh so full of love and oh so free from hate
And you've just given birth to a two headed baby boy
Way back when I was a kid
My mother, she always said
There are those who will do you wrong
To make you feel as if you don't belong
Way back when I was a kid
My father, he always said
Be sure to speak your mind
Just be prepared to pay
Be prepared
Nothing comes without expense
be prepared to face up to the consequence
Not everybody feels the same as you
There are those who will oppose
What you say and what you do
Now that I'm away and fully grown
Now that I'm out and living on my own
I have discovered that they we're right
I am thankful for their advice
I just do just what I do
Even at the risk of upsetting you
First, I must satisfy myself
Before I can please anybody else
We're living in a frightening age
Especially with the scare of AIDS
Soon we won't touch one another
Without fear of losing a limb
Yes, we're out on a limb
Don't forget about AIDS and the bomb
Open your eyes and ears and open up your mind
Now there's this thing called the bomb
You know the one that'll do us no harm
The one that's here solely for our protection
The same one that could blow us away, any day
Beaten down by the pouring rain,
At least it rinses off the mortal pain,
The wet bullet grazed the right side of
his brain,
Leaving him with more than a migraine.
Broad daylight,
Ain’t the best time,
For souls to take flight,
It’s so easy
To lose sight of the good things in life.
Some invisible Saint has the final say,
As to how and when we leave this place,
Ancient monks have often said,
If you take your own life, you must
live it again.
Broad daylight...
When sunlight threatens to burn out your eyes.
I’m just a wreck,
A wreck in progress,
It’s so easy
The big boy on the welfare cart,
Takes up three quarters of a seat,
And the junkie chick hangs on for dear life,
She is nervous and somewhat wobbly.
She’s got track marks on her arms,
They tell all about her past,
Will she be here next year? I ask.
She’s suspicious and onto me,
Craning to see just what I’m scribbling,
The signal cord nearly rips off my head,
As she yanks on it with all her strength.
She is angry with energy,
Everclearly on her way uptown,
She is wearing a gawk and frown.
Her pencil thin legs clicking together,
Like a wind chime in a wind storm,
Is this of the norm?
There she goes out the back door my birdlike eye scans the welfare cart for a new source of inspiration, a point of interest until I reach my final destination.
Just who will be next?
For my character assassination attempt?
Just who will be next?
How about that one legged bridge jumper who broke his good leg in the plunge. I said, how about that one legged bridge jumper who broke his good leg in the plunge. Yeah, he’d make a good character study or his he busy studying about me?
I’m looking out my window,
I can see all the good and the bad,
And I’m trying to be thankful,
For all the past fortunes I’ve had,
I’m standing at the window,
Trying to stay off the ledge,
’Cause when you’re drawn to the window,
You’re also drawn to the edge.
If there’s a hole in your soul,
Think about it as though,
It’s nothing more than a window,
And you can look deep within,
Then start to begin,
To repair what damage there is.
I’m staring into the window,
I can see my pain in its pane,
I’m trapped inside the window,
Encased in its frame,
I’m trying to open the window,
Pushing against the glass,
Is it a passage to the future,
or a portal to the past?
She is old, yes very old
as she contemplates her nap
She knows damn well that if she sleeps
it just might be the last
So she lay with her eyes affixed
and slowly drifts away
Her life's been rough and sure enough
she is never to awake
Gone, she has gone away
Gone to a better place
For one last time she dreams the dream
of being very young
Back to when her days were full of beauty
and her nights were full of love
As her beauty did fade
she got pushed and shoved
into a corner
Like the Ugly Duck that no one wants
I'm a talking, walking stick
Blow me over in the wind
I want to be paper thin
I want to fart through silk
Head in the toilet bowl
Two fingers down my throat
Vomit dripping off of my lips
Stop trying to make me thick
Kate Moss is my role model
One high priced bag of bones
Tell me, is she chic?
or just a glamorous freak
Face down in the toilet bowl
Two fingers stuck
Down my slimy throat
And now that we've spent all this time with you
Say you wanna start something new
And it breaks my heart that you're leaving
But I'm not grieving so if you want to leave,
Take good care hope you meet a lotta nice friends out there
Just remember there's a lot of bad and beware
Oh, everybody, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, everybody, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
You know I seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breaking my heart in two
Cause I never want to see you sad but don't feel bad
Because if you want to leave,
Take good care hope you meet a lotta nice friends out there
Just remember a lotta good things turn bad out there
Ooh, everybody, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just capon a smile and, just remember,
You may think a man's brain stops
After he's been dead and his legs chopped off
Well, let me tell you a story to change that belief
It started back when I was still alive
My girlfriend and I were sitting side by side
When she grabbed a gun and rudely ended my life
My body lay there, dead and cold
When she dragged me down to the basement below
Where she decided to stuff me in a cardboard box
That's when her problem did arise
You see, the box she chose was to small in size
So, she chopped off my legs
Just so I could fit my future home
Then out of panic or out of stress?
She lost my legs, never to be found again
Now I cannot die unless my body's complete
So I lay in limbo, in agony, the world's first zombie amputee
First she robbed me of life now she's robbing me of death
So, if you've seen my legs, I'd like them back
Or has she fed them to her dog and cat?
Hollywood's lights are fading fast and
Rarely is a new star born
With celebrities dropping off like flies
There will soon be no one left to adore
What good Hollywood without its idols?
What good Hollywood without its heroes?
What good will Hollywood be when it's just a memory?
What good will Hollywood be when it's just a cemetery?
Once excess was best, but now it means death.
No matter what one's wealth
Now the stars are slowly finding out
Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes
I feel so dead, yet I'm so alive
And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more
As I peel my face off the kitchen floor
I look around me, and what do I see?
One hundred bottles, laughing at me
I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day
