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Portrait of an American Family
Arez 2009.05.10. 10:54
Az összes dalszöveg erről az albumról.
FIGYELEM! A dalszövegek nem az eredeti lemezen található sorrendben vannak! Lunchbox
Bring me down
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 (3x)
refrén:
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 my 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 (3x)
Next motherfucker
Pow, pow, pow (4x)
refrén (3x)
Dope Hat
I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show,
But they 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
Skulls and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower
Than the quickness of their scrutinizing 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 oh Lord, goddamn oh Lord (2x)
refrén:
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your Selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn (2x)
refrén (2x)
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
refrén (2x)
Get your gunn, get your gunn (2x)
Get...
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-midwest-mind
Who said date rape isn't kind
Porno nation, evaluation
What's this, time for segregation
Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation
refrén:
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
(2x)
Time for cake and sodomy (2x)
I am the God of fuck, I am the God of fuck
VCR's and vaseline, TV-fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and dick on screen
Who said God was ever clean?
Bible belt 'round anglo waist, putting sinners in their place
Yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face
refrén (2x)
refrén (2x)
Yeah
Time for cake and sodomy (2x)
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 (2x)
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's in the retina
She can't see nothing, nothing at all (2x)
Dialate, dialate
Dogma
(this may be dark, come on, I want you to meet my friend)
(burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn)
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take 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 the things you hate
(Burn!)
(Burn fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (burn)
You cannot sedate all the things you hate (burn)
(burn burn burn burn fucker)
(burn, Ow, fucker, mother fucking bitch, ow)
(burn burn, ha oww burn burn ha oww burn, burn fucker!)
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate! I decide my fate! (burn, fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate! (burn!)
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (Ah! burn!)
(burn burn burn fucker, burn! burn, oooowww burn... yeah!)
Burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it (3x)
Burn the witches, burn the witches,
Don't take time to sew the stiches,
Burn the witches (burn it burn it!) Burn the witches!
Burn burn fucker (2x)
Burn burn burn burn burn... Fucker
(breathe)
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, 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
When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden
I am fueled with the filth and fury,
Do what I will, I will hurry there
My Monkey
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country
And I fed him on ginger bread
Along came a choo-choo, knoked 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
"Make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout"
We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
The primate's scream of consonance
Is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance
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 the funny little monkey"
The black keys
Here is my real head, here is my real hand
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real hand
They try to blink me not to think me
Don't wanna bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skin's an eyesore mirror sketchpad
I am your son, your dad, your fag, I am your fad
Here is my real head, here is my real hand
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real hand
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 ablowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell aglowing?
Is the grizzly 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. . .
Stop the boat.
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 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
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 afraid of my disease,
Disease is draining me
Anymore your not so "pretty please"
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when your 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 more when your afraid of my disease,
Disease is draining me,
I want you more when you're afraid of me
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, yeah, don't want to go now
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here
Stay, yeah, 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
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, yeah, don't want to go now
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Wonderland
Státusz: szerkesztő
Kedvencek: Marilyn Manson, Rammstein, Dr. Melancholia,Deathstars,Wednesday 13,Sopor Aeternus.The 69 Eyes,HIM,Drugzone,Undercover Slut,Metallica,Линда,Murderdolls,Junkies,Leaves' Eyes,Disorderlies,Richard Christ,Ozzy Osbourne.
Alkotások: vannak/nincsenek
Stílusa:gothic,metal,dark,industrial. |
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