1.Anti-Satan Song For Mom
I'm not an evil guy, it makes me wonder why, you cannot
understand
this thing I do with my hand. And
How come you can't see it's hilarious to me, it's just an inside
joke,
meant only to poke fun
At the metal farce, fast girls and cars and devil too. So this
song is
for you, 'cause
I love cats and hate the bomb. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
and I'm as honest as the day is long. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
S-A-T-A-N, he's not my friend, MEephistopholes, does not make me
pleased, and Beelzebub's a jerk, I am not his clerk, or his
errand boy,
or his puppet toytoytoytoy.
I'm not an evil guy, it makes me wonder, you cannot understand
this thing I do with my hand.
I LOVE CATS AND HATE THE BOMB. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
AND I'M AS HONEST AS THE DAY IS LONG. ANTISATAN SONG FOR
MOM
OH THE DEVIL REALLY MAKES ME YAWN. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR
MOM
YOU GOT ME WONDERING WHERE I WENT WRONG. ANTI-SATAN
SONG FOR YOU
mom
2.Bloated Housewives
They sent our brothers off to die in a land called Vietnam
While bloated housewives sat around wondering 'why don't we just
drop the bomb？'
Corpses filled with Heroin made money for the C.I.A. and napalm
bombs and Agent Orange made Southeast Asia safe.
Change the country, change the names to protect the guilty ones.
Bloated housewives undercover, Central Intelligence sitting in
the
suburbs saying 'Sandinista sucks' and 'why don't we just drop
the
bombs on those slimy commie fucks？'
Bloated housewife missionary saves the heathen child.
Brown babies with bloated bellies, spirit's running wild.
'I'd tell you to get on your knees if you could reach your
feet.!
So-called salvation in exchange for something to eat.
Bloated housewives rule the world!
3.Caged Bird
Baby, I got you in my little tumbscrews and now that you're all
mine
I'm gonna close the blinds and you'll sing for me, just for me,
and you'll
sing alright, you'll sing day and night. You got wings to fly
but you
won't say goodbye, 'cause in my latest rage I bought you a cage.
I know a bird in the cage and she's singing the blues of how her
little
bird lover just flew the coop, got bored of flying back and
forth trying to decide
what's worth. Come on baby, she'd just rant and rage. Come on
baby
come back to the cage. Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird I
know why
you sing.
4.D.o.g.
I'm looking to be saved on my radio waves.
And don't care how it feels as long as I behave.
Remembering to forget my TV set.
And I don't have a clue to what happened to you.
You'll hit the ceiling when I say what I'm revealing.
Just sends you to reeling to say what I'm feeling.
I got no heart and I got no mind
And I got no eyes - if I did they'd be blind.
You got yourself lost on a twisted cross.
But I'm at a loss when you say you're the boss.
Like a king you're wearing a crown
Building castle walls all around.
You're gonna start to believe the delusions.
It could disappear without a sound
And it all could tumble on down.
Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the
ground.
You can listen to your heros today.
But then don't believe a word they say, 'cause you won't find
your own
solution if you try to believe their delusions.
5.Drink The Kool-Aid
Move it, go south
Empty your wallets, empty your minds.
The world is ending, let's get out of town.
I am your leader, drink the Kool-Aid.
6.Luv Letters
'I've told you so many times that I'm running out of breath
because
I'm only talking till I'm blue in the face and not a moment less
because
I only love the sound of my voice I know you're all impressed.'
But in
reality the fact is listening to you just makes me more
depressed.
Here we go again, I hear the nails on the blackboard start. But
when
it really comes down to it I'd rather listen to you fart.
Talking only about
yourself makes you feel whole lot better. Why not just pick up a
pen
and write yourself a love letter？
'Hi! How've I been？ Well, the wearher's fine and I'm having
wonderful
time and I wish I was here.'
Signed.
Sincerely,
with
Love
from
me
to...
me
H.
7.Mary's New Dress
At night my body stays home, my mind climbs over the fence
To a place not too far where things don't have to make sense.
And it takes with it things it collects trough the day,
Snaps them together and molds them like clay.
(Act 1) My head is a fish, my hands are fins, the only feelings
I express
'It's all so meaningless.' And round and round, I skim the sea
and
then disappear until act 2 and 3.
Picking up speed as the night drags behind,
My logic transforms and then it stretches my mind.
The edges get blurry and that harp starts to play
As the facts dwindle down and the plot starts to sway.
(Act 2) I was sittin' on the beach on Valentine's Day
With the heart-shaped balloons all around.
The bombing commerced, I went for my gun
I jumped back in the hole and I was hit.
As my leftover thoughts from yesterday's meal
Turn into today's hunger pains they reveal
A rippled reflection of things left unsaid
in this nighttime playground, this cloud above my head.
(Act 3) I was barreling down a hill in a big rig truck out of
control
Got to go real fast, I got to protect her, got to save my baby
from the
satanic stamp collectors.
It's all so meaningless.
8.Mousetrap
OK, let's play a game with a map of the world. We'll call it
Risk.
And you roll the dice so you can get more armies so you can
conquer
the world.
Then you bomb, torture, rape and pillage,
Vaporize the village.
OK, let's play another game. I could tell you my secrets. We'll
call it
Telephone.
And then you tell someone else until the truth is disorted and
unrecognizable.
We could make mountains out of molehills, out of nothing, out of
dust
Betray your trust.
OK, one more game and the game is up. We'll call it
Mousetrap
See we got a pretty good one, we're gonna build us a better one.
We're gonna catch that pup, we're gonna string him up.
And though we can't make the world any safer playing games,
We can build a real good mousetrap.
9.Naive Children
Well you've got everthing that you could possilby need. You've
got
your fast red car. You've got your lines of speed. You've got an
office
of your own and your fax machine and lots of tacky clothes for
when
you make that scene. You've got some famous friends that owe you
lots of bucks. You know you've got your complaints about how
it's all
such a rut and when you go to sleep, down in your big round bed,
you've got your visions of dollar signs dancing in your head.
Cruising the clubs with the label man, you've got the CMJ in
your
sweaty little hands and we'll go round and round searching for
the
latest thing to make the little girls wet and the cash registers
ring and
we got lots of bands and we got lots of friends and we got lots
of power
to shape the latest trends so won't you come on down and sell
your
soul to me 'cuz though I know you're naive you didn't think this
was
free, did you？
'You've got, what I want, it's blood.'
10.Nirvana
We're just sitting here for the new messiah.
We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.
We wanna make a Buddha appear, an Allah apparition right here.
We can't see God and we wanna know why.
We're gonna pull God down from the sky.
Born-again Christ waiting for the second coming of Christ.
Watch cable TV both day and night.
What keeps you tuned in？ Is it your guilty remorse for your
sins？
Stop waiting around and make shit happen.
We're just sittin' here waiting for the new massiah.
We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.
Well I woke up this morning.
11.Polka
There's a little voice that says to me
I want, I want, I want, I need
And I want it all now for me
Please, oh please, oh please, oh please
But my wants and needs are separately defined inside my mind for
me.
I know I'm blind when I can't see the the differences between
these
things.
Cry and scream and yell and shout
'bout how you have to do without
And oh that life is so unfair
And no one really even cares
But I know that life is so much fun when you thik that you're
the only
one
Who ever had to feel pain but I think that it's kinda lame.
Get it if you want it, but don't say that you need it.
There's a little voice that says to me I want, I want, I want, I
need and
I want it all now for me ohplease
ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseoh
pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease
Give it to me!
12.Say It How You Mean It
I'm so sick and tired of all this beating around the bush. You
just don't
make no sense when you don't say what you mean and I don't
understand why you can't just come right out and say everything
that's on your mind instead of hiding it. I can't see the point
of all this
running around in circles spinning wheels while your mouth just
makes these sounds. I guess I just don't get it when you say to
me
forget it and hide the things you want to say even from
yourself.
'Cause when you beat around the bush it gets me down and you
know
I can't see when it don't make no sense to me.
'Cause I can't see the point of all this spinning around. I'm
dizzy getting
dizzy and I'm falling to the ground. Once upon a time everything
made
perfect sense but now everything just seems to have a perfect
defense.
Every time I turn around there's somebody saying these things
they
just don't mean and now it's got me complaining. I guess I just
don't
get it when you say to me forget it and hide the things you want
to say
even from yourself.
'Cause when you beat around the bush it gets me down and you
know
I can't see when it don't make no sense to me.
Say it how you mean it, tell me how you meant to say it and
don't make
me understand it like you didn't mean to say it.
13.Supermarket Nightmare
When I go to the super store
People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.
As I walk up and down the aisles
The people they don't smile they look so vile.
They shop around and blanky stare.
They seem so unware. I look inside of their
S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see？
White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes
Dad, he had a heart attack,
Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack.
Little sister's got a lumpy chest
Cancer of the breast, all the rest.
And Bobby Joe just can't sit still
He's got to take a pill or else he gets ill.
And oh we're such a healthy family,
We take our vitamin C, wash it down with Pepsi.
White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes
Fruits are gassed and waxed and nuked,
Till it is not a fruit, it makes me wanna puke.
Bred for looks and not for taste,
For dollars and for haste, it's such a waste.
And I feel sorry for the lambs,
The turkeys and the hams caught in the scam.
I know 'we are not what we eat, we are what we don't shit＊'
And that is it.
White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes
(＊ Hugh Romney)
14.Ungowa!
Wake up to the nagging of the clock radio and the sick world
news
starts to pour and flow. Got yer murders, rapes and stabbings,
and yer
child abuse, some guy's trying to tell you how to clean yer
tooth.
Drive to work make yer way trough the billboard maze, try to
catch
yer breath in the smog and haze, there's signs to sell you sex
and drugs
to ease the pain and more TV shows to numb yer dead brain.
Read the paper, catch the latest body count score, turn the page
and
find out 'bouth Zsa Zsa Gabor. Look down and see another
pantyhose
ad, flip the page and find out why Johnny can't add.
Everything's the same when you see it on TV.
So why the heck should you even listen to me？
United States of
Generica.
Drive home, listen to the gab gab gab, evening news makes it all
seem
so drab, acid rain into a cat food commercial, every day's just
another
boring rehearsal.
Eat a TV dinner from a microwave oven. Geraldo's got a satanic
witchcraft coven sponsored by Lysol to keep you germ-free.
Why the heck should you even listen to me？
See the half-naked girl for the TV tease. AIDS is the ultimate
media
disease. It's got sex and death and drugs to keep the ratings
high.
Change the channel, belch and fart and don't ask why.
Never expect the whole story.
Cuz everything's the same when you see it on TV.
UNGOWA!
Kiss the wife goodnight and dream of endless hysteria. Welcome
my
friends to the United States of Generica.
UNGOWA!
15.Follow Me To The Message
16.Sinatra Mantra
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