Mama
 
Living is free

Youíve had your dreams come true
Made him into something new
Now thereís no turning back
Youíve heard the pistol crack

Living is free, free and at ease

Youíve seen what you can do
More than you ever know
All ways are one to you
Thereís nothing left to lose

Dig nothing
Piles of bodies lie inside a hole
Dig nothing

Youíve had your tubes replaced
Thereís grime smeard on your face
Your hands are stained with grease
For you there is no peace

Living is
Friction, damage, freedom, pleasure
Piles of shit and hidden treasure
Pay the price
Living is free

My roommate is turning into a monster

He just sits and watches T.V.
He doesnít look at me, heís always watching me
He says the free life is best
Why donít you clean up the mess?
Thereís something wrong  with him
All his masks are caving in

He doesnít go out much no more
His clothes are pled neatl on the floor
He hasnít shaved in three weeks
He hasenít even brushed his teath
This is not whta i meant
I just wanted to share the rent

His eyes are closed but he never sleeps
Heís breathing, heís breathing deep
Heís got something on his mind
He canít seem to unwind
He said,

Donít you fuck nobody else
Donít you fuck nobody else

Whatís this? I donít have any tits
You canít treat me like this, I donít have any tits

Heís sold the car, heís locked the door
He says that he donít care no more
Heís drawnn the shade, heís shut the binds
I think that he has lost his mind
I canít believe what i see
Heís rising his hand
Against me
Myroommate is turning into a monster
Heís a beast

Mamaís little boy

Come the night, come the night
All the man want to fuss and tight
But not me, not me
`Cause thatís not what i want to be
Cause Iím Mamaís little boy

Mam tells me everything she sees
Well it may scare you but it donít scare me
Cause Iím Mamaís little boy
I like what i want to see

All day long she watches her dancing sons
Come the night she picks the talles one
But Iím Mamaís little boy
Iíve nothing to hide

All the Gods, the Gods of the sun
Theyíre just bastards sons
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
The onslaught of insanity
Cause Iím Mamaís little boy
And Iím mad

Thereís a place where I want to be
And itís dark there, thereís nothing to see
And youíre alone, thereís nothing you can do
Somethingís coming, somethingís coming to you
You are- you donít know where you are
You are- you donít know who you are
You areóyou donít know what you are
You ae helpless, you are helpless
Thatís where I want to be, thereís where I want to be
Cause Iím Mamaís little boy
I feel, I can feel
Joy

Red Devil

Red devil bites your neck
Your tongueís stiking out, your cock is erect
Youíve run out of screams, youíve scattered the deck
Red Devil

Blue eyed creep, dig your hands in deep
Red Devils squawks like a night bird in the jungle heat
In warm water my tongue creeps
But donít make too much noise, cause the monsterís asleep

Your cock is erect, your tongueís sticking out
Youíre shaken and taken and cast all about
Red Devil

Youíre burning, youíre burning
Flame and steam, the blush of lust
Red Devil

Blue eyed creep, dig your hands in deep
Crawl in, crawl in, crawl in deep
Your dreams are wet and then you forget
The monsterís asleep

Fog and night, endless fight
I rise from the muck a Prince of Cups
Tou shhalt not kill, this is my will
Rise up and kill, this is my will
Red Devil

Up from the muck, my tongueís in the cup
Rise up and kill, this is my will
This is my will, rise up and kill
 

We are the chopped

We are the chopped, the chopped
The lecer drops and stops
This is not good or bad
Transformers hum and pop
The little dials they drop
No reason to be sad

Itís only to be still with one more role to fill
The widow stands inline, the loved oneís killing time
Cause when youíve stopped, youíve stopped
Itís either now or not
No viction and no crime

As you wander through your days, you leave the
Moments lying cold and underpaid, your savings plans are sound
Theyíll do somebody good when you are underground

This is not good or bad
No reason to be sad
No viction and no crime
Cause when youíve stopped, youíve stopped
The ball is thrown and caught
Itís just the end of time

The mourners ring the bells and shed tears for themselves
It was really unkind to leave us all behind
We are the chopped, the chopped
But youíve not said alot
Thereís nothing to find

You make patterns with your eyes and blacken in
The details you donít recognize, you say that life is breath and when
The breathing stops you turn mutter
Death

We are the chopped, the chopped
But youíve said a lot
This not good or bad
No reason to be sad
We are the chopped, the chopped
And when the pressure drops
You simply stop, you stop
You stop
Youíre dead

No Sex

Itís the holy trinity, Mom and Dad and little me
Itís the holy trinity, Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad, Mommy
What you are is what you see
What you are is just a little funny
Youíre somebodyís fantasy, like Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad

Thereís no sex, only fucking

Janieís growing little tits, Jimmyís learning to repress
All his female tedencies
Like you and me, you and me, baby
Thereís no out there is no escape, if you want to copulate
You must learn the masterplan
Itísóbe like I am, be like I am

Thereís no sex, only fucking

I am man, you said I am
And sheís a girl, her hair is curled
Weíre not the same, itís very strange
We walk in line, we dance in time
No one wants to break the rule cause if you do
The rules will break you

If you use the verb `to be`, you refer to how you pee
And if you choose to sit not stand, Janie you are not a man
Thereís a door you can get through, the other is not meant for you
Little Dickie, use your eyes, it means no penis need aplly

Thereís no sex, only fucking
Everyoneís got a hole and everyoneís got stiff little fingers
You donít have to know
You donít have to be so particular
 

Rich guns

I hear the rich guns go pop pop, Arriba!
All this noise has got to stop, Arriba!
All those burns who have no cash, theyíre lazy!
And if they think theyíre getting ours, theyíre crazy!
See them mill around, hear theri angry talk
We will mow them down, we will make them stop

There are people we admire, Arriba!
Those with courage under fire, Arriba!
We will give them uniforms, Il Duce!
We will pay them to perform, Il Duce!
Hear the tramping feet of our hired guns
Doesnít it sound sweet, isnít this such fun

Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear the children cry
I hear the rich guns go pop pop

We will send them all around, Arriba!
To kill the fucking underground, Arriba!
Rape the women, theyíre whores, Las Putas!
Everything they have is yours, Las Putas!
We just want to stay in our safely homes
The chairs onm which we sit are made of human bones

Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear children cry
I hear the rich guns go pop pop

Living in detente

Living in detente where buildings grow so great
All the windows are black in secret state
Muttered voices with points that they must make
Rules of order that weíll negotiate
Living in detente is so enterprising, everyone loves the suspense
Living in detente is just where I want to live

You wonít find it on any map cause it
Lies somewhere between peace and wartime, itís
One up on the Joneses, a vicious cycle where
Overthrow is check, overkill is mate
Living in detente i so mesmeriszing, erverone walks in a daze
Living in detente where questions make dancers of people whos stories arenít straight

Itís so quiet, itís so cool, itís so cold

Living in detente is just where I want to be
 

Try not to stutter

I got a two ton wreck wrapped around my neck
A weekend bender, on bustend suspender
Iíve aged three years, cried a couple of tears
I told the cop i coulínt remember
When i saw you
Where you were
Who you were with
I only wish that you both would phone
And try not to surrender
I told the judge i couldnít remember

And as you are answering all of their questions
I have just got one suggestion

Try not to stutter

I was Jo Cool for an indian summer
A camp fire wag, a long distance runner
I had the big eyes following my every move
But icouldnít let down or Iíd lose
There was a snot nose kid trying to blow my cover
If they wonít buy that Iíll tell them another
Then two of the boys shot down my noised
The one with the van and his brother

They casually mentioned a couple of kids
An unspoken challenge, ok here

Try not to stutter

She was of to base to know the meaning of fear
With her cutt-offs swaying from here to there
The musicís her maker, the giver the taker
Thatís what i hear
She smiled so fine, but not very friendly
With a studied wink, ĄOh Baby you sned me!ď

Youíve got a box full of trophies thatís what i hear

And as you try to fashion the perfetct time
Thereís just one thing to keep in mind

Try not to stutter

(you can mumble, soft and low, mutter mutter so they think you know, 
but thereís just one thing that has got to go)

Try not to stutter
 

No rest for the wicked
 

We are you, you are not
We are you, you are not
We crawl down, you jump up
We crawl down, you jump up
You are not you

I know
Thereís no let up
Thereís no peace, no rest
Not for the wicked
No rest for the wicked

What are thou, thou art not
What are thou, thou art not
You climb up, youíre dragged up
You climb up, youíre dragged up
You are not you

I know
Thereís no let up
Thereís no peace, no rest
Not for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
 

Iím all wet

(go into mediation)

Iím all wet
My feet donít work, Iím getting a new seat
I am that gleam in the babyís eye
As he grabs the Lysol and gives it a try
Not dead yet

Here we are on the move again
Riding the skies in a DC-10
The movieís a scream, thereís a couple of stars
Raping a girl in the back of a car
I am that crashing jet

Iím all wet
Iím not dead yet, thereís a hole in the fishnet
I am that face on a rainy night
That stares eyes wide open into you headlights
Iím all wet

I am that love you can never forget
I am the balance and you are the dept
Your payments are due, Iím the voice on the phone
Sell of your car, mortage your home
I am that cancelled cheque

Iím all wet Iím not dead yet

Iím not dead yet
Iím not dead yet
 

Approaching zero

Hardly warm youíre not feeling normal
Your pulse is faded, could use first aid
Now you private matters need looking after
Itís way too late, though, the show canít wait
Itís a private screening of lifeís last gleaming
Your private glory, your personal story
And youíre the hero, approaching zero

Now, now, now
Speak your last line

Make it good `cause your tongues like wood
Youíve got sticks for your arms, itís no false alarm
Itís your last hurray, the final straw
And iím not sory, itís not my worry
´Cause Iím the knife that is full of life
Where there once was we, now thereís only me
And youíre the hero, approaching zero

Now, now, now
Speak your last line

Should Iíve warned you that Iím not normal
Itís build on tears full of nagging tears
And there is no cure, now itís too obscure
Itís TV movies, itís Punch and Judy
Itís things obscene on the shining screen
Itís a killerís story, a monentís glory
And youíre the hero, approaching zero
Yes, youíre the hero, approaching zero
 

Forget your life

Now if you feel
Like nothing
Nothing and no one

And if you see
Nothing
Nothing and no one

Forget your life
Itís nothing

Now if you 
Cringe and shrink inside
Byt say nothing
Nothing to no one

Forget your life
Itís nothing

Youíre hiding
Why are you hiding?
Thatís nothing
Thatís nothing

Youíre scared 
What are you scared of?
Thatís nothing
Thatís nothing

Forget your life
Itís nothing

Forget it