1.Red In My Head
smiling faces on the wall
i took a walk down the hall
i banged my fist against the door
i tossed a quarter to the whore
camera flashes in my eyes
i spread the news she spreads her thighs
red red in my head
red red in my head
i grabbed her knuckles and i yanked them all
i bent her in half like a barbie doll
love hate viscerate
take this flesh and meditate
i sat there with her
we sat there 2
she said to me
what should we do
i know some tricks
and i'll show them to you
your mother won't mind at all if i do
to you
the poor little girl
the poor little girl
the poor little girl didn't know what to say
for her mother was out of the house today
today
today
red red in my head
red red in my head
red red they call me red
red in the bed
the girl
2.Son Of Man
3.IV-TV
The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Hand-crafted housewives into whores
So sly the snake, it ate our brains
Injecting poison in our brains
TV-mind hints with rhymes
Your face is cracked and filled with lines
(Pre-chorus)
The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
(Verse)
Intravenous TV screens
Ultra-violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the skies
Smack the clouds and watch them cry
(Pre-chorus)
(Chorus)
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life
(Verse)
The clouds go by the children run
'Cuz there's no stars in the sun
Water falling from the spout
Into wanting thirsty mouths
(Pre-chorus)
Repeat 'Made our lives this simple stain' twice after the
regular Pre-chorus here.
(Chorus)
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
vSound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Endless blinding cathode light
4.Talk Of One, Thought Of None
Another night of too much cough syrup.
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone.
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes,
And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
Again, the ringing.
Slowly, I bustle out of bed,
The remnants of an erection
Still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest.
Again, the ringing.
Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom,
As to not display my manhood to others.
There, I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to precede my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green.
Again, the ringing.
I shake twice like most others,
And I'm annoyed by the dribble
That always seems to remain,
Causing a small acreage of wetness
On the front of my briefs.
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
I mean, cigars
In his easy chair.
I know all about easy chairs.
And then I sing a song for my friends：
'Jesus is my boyfriend!
Jesus is my boyfriend!
You can't have him,
Because Jesus is my boyfriend!'
Ringing, ringing, dang it!
Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing!
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly
At that shrieking plastic bastard.
Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her.
And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me.
'We are the world.
We are the children.
We are the ones who make a darker day,
So lets start killing.
There's a choice you're making,
We're sparing our own lives.
It's true we make a darker day,
Just you and me.'
5.Meat For A Queen
Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplication, Congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hipocrisy
Disembowling heresy
Falsities, falsities
Falsified facualities
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something something something i said
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
Another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
Meat for a queen
My hair runs black and
My eyes run green
You dont need your worthless body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse
6.She's Not My Girlfriend
her heart is in my hand
it shivers like a toad
she tries to understand
the tiny lump thats down
inside her throat it goes
suck, suck
her face is inside out
an open book report
i read what she's about and she's
filled with words that hurt it goes
suck, suck
her head is in my lap
it twists and coffs and sings
her hair is in my grasp
it hangs and swings like
swollen strings she just
suck, suck
sometimes i want her in
sometimes i want her out
my perception of sin
is filled with pain and fear and doubt
she is not my girlfriend
i'm not who you think i am
her clothes are on the ground
a crumpled rainbow mass
she's scattered all around
and she's scattered now
like broken glass it goes
suck, suck
sometimes i want her in
sometimes i want her out
my perception of sin
is filled with pain and fear and doubt
she is not my girlfriend
i'm not who you think i am
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