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
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
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
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
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
Six hundred sixty 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
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
Sylvestre Matuschka Sylvestre Matuschka One more Buried nugget Of the dark history Of the darkest side of man Austria, 1931 Hungarian hero-World War
Spiral down the path Of least resistance Down a chute to a bed of nails That becomes a trampoline Bouncing lost souls From extreme to extreme Emperor
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
Red alert from the Dairy Queen To Vatican from Panama City Yeh...yeh... Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal Hey-lemme crash at your place for
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
[Originally by Napoleon XIV] Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk? Well, you left me
Lard is all Lard is divine Lard is control Lard whips and chains our soul Lard-We carry credit cards Lard-We live in fear of art Lard is the -OM Lard is revolution Lard
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
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
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
Bringing home the bacon Tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling Gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling Slobbering, goo-faced meat Wet-nursed