Heartbreaker



Hey fellas, have you heard the news?
You know that Annie’s back in town?
It won’t take long just watch and see
How the fellas lay their money down
Her style is new but the face is the same
As it was so long ago
But from her eyes....

Anorexorcist



Look your legs are ashes
Charred into a special
Don't make noise, you' break
Your legs are eyes and all
You're right

I was your incompetant
Man just read the furies
Special time but you can't
Make too much of him
Gray

Ahhhh
Ohhhh

I was yours and closer
Your were them in New York
Got me in, to enter
See your legs are in your legs

I was your end dancer
More than all I wish you
Got me under with the
Nice, nice, nice religious man

Ahhhh
Ohhhh

White Lace and Strange



That is the way you want it
You wanted it to be the way you like it
I`m no lover
We wanted you to see it the way you wanted
It's all right

I could be crazy
But I could be human
I never wanted to open your eyes
I could be crazy
but I could be human
I never wanted to

I`m no lover
You wanted to be living up in the air, yeah
I`m no lover
But please let go of the human
That`s me

Help Me, I'm Hungry



"That's it"

Until my tensions
Feed me, I'm fucking hungry
Degrade me
I want my gun back

Like the fucking resume
Experience credentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little pecker
Than a

Blasphemy

Hold me, I'm so pathetic
And study, all the sudden
Baby, suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring only

Like the fucking resume
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little pecker
Burn me
It's to potentially grade me
I'm fucking hungry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exzume me
I want my complex back

A wicked man
Picked off the scabs and fed them
To the pigeons
Help him, he is so cornered
Kill him, your mercy whore will

Lights are fucking around with me
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Really inside
And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh
Help me, fucking hoses
Help me, until my tensions
Graise me, I'm really hungry
To gravy, I want my complex back

"Thank you and, good night"

Mrs. Butterworth



Your life is shit
Shit
Your life is over
Bull
Your life is mine
Cry
Your life is hell
Hell

I'm gonna die
Dying with you just
I'm going to die
To wear my libido
I'm gonna try
To find it with you just
I'm gonna try
Do what they say

Your life is shit
Shit
Your life is strange
And insane
Your life is not the size of crap
Your life is now
Now

I'm gonna die
Dying with you just
I'm going to hell
Without my libido
I'm gonna try
To find it with you just
I'm going to hell
Without my libido
I'm gonna die
Dying with you just
I'm going to hell
Without my libido
I'm gonna try
To find it with you just
I'm gonna die
Do what they say

Your life is shit

"I'm gonna open myself up a flea market
I'm gonna open myself up a flea market
And you're gonna wish that you did
And retire on the profits
First off
I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm gonna put 'em on a shelf with my 800 dollar a month tax free Century 21 shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups I've accumulated over the past 62 years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares and then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the beach and I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood
And then I'm going to take the shells and driftwood and glue them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell em for lots of money
People will be paying top dollar for my kids new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss stained mattress I've been sleeping on..."

If You Must



I can read, I can write
I can breed, proven plight
Nurse my greed, crease infold
Is it me, or my ego

Write some words, make them rhyme
Thesis or story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude

If you want to put off an image
The extremes, the extremes
Act it out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Onto me

I will wade in the fire
To explain your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare all our sightings
You must

I speak to hear my voice

Pen Cap Chew



*gulp gulp*

Oh, lesser God
Oh

You get, you get, you get, you get to me
Holy is the time its such an easy way to go
You get you get you get you get to be
Hide the struggle in the skin under a fingernail

Oh, lesser God
Oh
Oh, your lonely

Waste your time by saving worthless gullables
Kill a politician and then wear his clothes
This decade is the age of re-hashing
Protest and then go to jail for trespassing
Throw me inside

Oh

Raunchola



This is a hard, cold beat
You can go dance if you like
You won't get in trouble
And the tea has some spice
You wanna know it hits ya
You can make, have some fun
Watching them make you away
Up on the wall you won't

Aaaaah

What's in the wait, your waiter
We only ate your garnish
I ordered spam and rice
In this to say you're fired
We dance on the table tops
We only had your daughter
We ordered too many cocktails
What's in the way you love

Beans



"I don't like you
And I'm gonna beat you up
No! No! No! No!
No John!
I'm telling my mom!
Aaahh beating..."

Beans, beans, beans
Jessie ate some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
That he ate some beans

Sitting naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
That he ate some beans

Wine, wine, wine
Jessie had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
That he ate some wine

Beans, beans, beans
Jessie ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
That he drank some beans

Don't Want It All



To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this

Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone

Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company