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Heaven Upside DownHeaven Upside Down

The Pale EmperorThe Pale Emperor

Born VillainBorn Villain

The High End Of LowThe High End Of Low

EAT ME, DRINK MEEAT ME, DRINK ME

Lest We Forget The Best OfLest We Forget The Best Of

The Golden Age of GrotesqueThe Golden Age of Grotesque

Holy WoodHoly Wood

Last Tour On EarthLast Tour On Earth

Mechanical AnimalsMechanical Animals

Remix and RepentRemix and Repent

Antichrist SuperstarAntichrist Superstar

Smells Like ChildrenSmells Like Children

Portrait of an American FamilyPortrait of an American Family

-- Prelude (The Family Trip)

There's no Earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing!
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing,
Any signs that they are slowing
FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!
Stop the boat.

-- Cake and Sodomy

I am The God Of Fuck, I am The God Of Fuck
Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?"
Porno-Nation, Evaluation
What's this, "time for segregation"
Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defection
White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
(I am The God Of Fuck, I am The God Of Fuck)
VCRs and Vaseline, TV-fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?
Bible-belt round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
Yeah, right, great if you're so good, explain the shit stains on your face
White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
Cuntfucker

-- Lunchbox

I bring you...
On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker
Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me

-- Organ Grinder

I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want, what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him
"Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey"
The black keys
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
They try to blink me not to think me
Don't want to bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skin's an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
I am your son
Your dad
Your fag
I am your fad
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head

-- Cyclops

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
She got a pin-prick-spiral hole
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in, nailed in well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Who's reflection in the retina?
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
Dialate, Dialate

-- Dope Hat

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show, but fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinising eyes
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me

-- Get Your Gunn

Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your Gunn, get your Gunn
Get your Gunn, get your gun...
GET

-- Wrapped In Plastic

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
Stay, don't want to go now
Drove the children from their chores
Hand-crafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here
Stay, don't want to go now
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic
I'm only as deep as the self that I dig
I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig
Thin and so white, thin and so white
Daddy tells the daughter
While mommy's sleeping at night
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
"don't wanna go now"
Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic

-- Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take the time to sew your stitches
burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all theings you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all things you rape

-- Sweet Tooth

Her heart shivers in my hand
She's melting on me like cotton candy
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you're afraid of my...
Disease, disease, is draining me
Anymore you're not so "pretty please"
Disease, disease, is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine
Her hair hangs in swollen strings
I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you're afraid of my...
Disease, disease, is draining me
Anymore you're not so pretty, please
Disease, disease, is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine

-- Snake Eyes and Sissies

Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride
I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile
Run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain't no workin' man, I do the best I can, I got the Devil's hand
Rollin' sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
My afternoon's remote control
Daydream milk and genocide
Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
Butter knife in your side
What I got I got for free, middle finger technology
What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine
Snake eyes for sissies
I ain't no workin' man, I do the best I can, I got the Devil's hand
Rollin' sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
I am the pedophile's dream
A messianic Peter Pan
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man
I ain't no workin' man, I do the best I can, I got the Devil's hand
Rollin' sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
I ain't no workin' man, I do the best I can, I got the Devil's hand
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
(oh no, oh no)

-- My Monkey

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(What I make is what I am, I can't be forever)
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey
"Make you...break you...make you...break you... lookout"
(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever)
We are our own wicked gods
With little "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And (k)now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance

-- Misery Machine

Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down Highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema, to the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema, to the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement
When you ride you're ridden, when you ride, you're ridden
I am fuelled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement
Blood is pavement