You’ve had your dreams come true
Made him into something new
Now there’s no turning back
You’ve heard the pistol crack

Living is free, free and at ease

You’ve seen what you can do
More than you ever know
All ways are one to you
There’s nothing left to lose

Dig nothing
Piles of bodies lie inside a hole
Dig nothing

You’ve had your tubes replaced
There’s 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 doesn’t look at me, he’s always watching me
He says the free life is best
Why don’t you clean up the mess?
There’s something wrong  with him
All his masks are caving in

He doesn’t go out much no more
His clothes are pled neatl on the floor
He hasn’t shaved in three weeks
He hasen’t 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
He’s breathing, he’s breathing deep
He’s got something on his mind
He can’t seem to unwind
He said,

Don’t you fuck nobody else
Don’t you fuck nobody else

What’s this? I don’t have any tits
You can’t treat me like this, I don’t have any tits

He’s sold the car, he’s locked the door
He says that he don’t care no more
He’s drawnn the shade, he’s shut the binds
I think that he has lost his mind
I can’t believe what i see
He’s rising his hand
Against me
Myroommate is turning into a monster
He’s a beast

Mama’s little boy

Come the night, come the night
All the man want to fuss and tight
But not me, not me
`Cause that’s not what i want to be
Cause I’m Mama’s little boy

Mam tells me everything she sees
Well it may scare you but it don’t scare me
Cause I’m Mama’s 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 I’m Mama’s little boy
I’ve nothing to hide

All the Gods, the Gods of the sun
They’re just bastards sons
Daddy, Daddy, come and see
The onslaught of insanity
Cause I’m Mama’s little boy
And I’m mad

There’s a place where I want to be
And it’s dark there, there’s nothing to see
And you’re alone, there’s nothing you can do
Something’s coming, something’s coming to you
You are- you don’t know where you are
You are- you don’t know who you are
You are—you don’t know what you are
You ae helpless, you are helpless
That’s where I want to be, there’s where I want to be
Cause I’m Mama’s little boy
I feel, I can feel
Joy

Red Devil

Red devil bites your neck
Your tongue’s stiking out, your cock is erect
You’ve run out of screams, you’ve 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 don’t make too much noise, cause the monster’s asleep

Your cock is erect, your tongue’s sticking out
You’re shaken and taken and cast all about
Red Devil

You’re burning, you’re 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 monster’s 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 tongue’s 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

It’s only to be still with one more role to fill
The widow stands inline, the loved one’s killing time
Cause when you’ve stopped, you’ve stopped
It’s 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
They’ll 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 you’ve stopped, you’ve stopped
The ball is thrown and caught
It’s 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 you’ve not said alot
There’s nothing to find

You make patterns with your eyes and blacken in
The details you don’t recognize, you say that life is breath and when
The breathing stops you turn mutter
Death

We are the chopped, the chopped
But you’ve 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
You’re dead

No Sex

It’s the holy trinity, Mom and Dad and little me
It’s 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
You’re somebody’s fantasy, like Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad

There’s no sex, only fucking

Janie’s growing little tits, Jimmy’s learning to repress
All his female tedencies
Like you and me, you and me, baby
There’s no out there is no escape, if you want to copulate
You must learn the masterplan
It’s—be like I am, be like I am

There’s no sex, only fucking

I am man, you said I am
And she’s a girl, her hair is curled
We’re not the same, it’s 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
There’s a door you can get through, the other is not meant for you
Little Dickie, use your eyes, it means no penis need aplly

There’s no sex, only fucking
Everyone’s got a hole and everyone’s got stiff little fingers
You don’t have to know
You don’t 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, they’re lazy!
And if they think they’re getting ours, they’re 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
Doesn’t it sound sweet, isn’t 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, they’re 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 we’ll negotiate
Living in detente is so enterprising, everyone loves the suspense
Living in detente is just where I want to live

You won’t find it on any map cause it
Lies somewhere between peace and wartime, it’s
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 aren’t straight

It’s so quiet, it’s so cool, it’s 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
I’ve aged three years, cried a couple of tears
I told the cop i coul’nt 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 couldn’t 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 icouldn’t let down or I’d lose
There was a snot nose kid trying to blow my cover
If they won’t buy that I’ll 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 music’s her maker, the giver the taker
That’s what i hear
She smiled so fine, but not very friendly
With a studied wink, „Oh Baby you sned me!“

You’ve got a box full of trophies that’s what i hear

And as you try to fashion the perfetct time
There’s 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 there’s 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
There’s no let up
There’s 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, you’re dragged up
You climb up, you’re dragged up
You are not you

I know
There’s no let up
There’s no peace, no rest
Not for the wicked
No rest for the wicked
 

I’m all wet

(go into mediation)

I’m all wet
My feet don’t work, I’m getting a new seat
I am that gleam in the baby’s 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 movie’s a scream, there’s a couple of stars
Raping a girl in the back of a car
I am that crashing jet

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

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

I’m all wet I’m not dead yet

I’m not dead yet
I’m not dead yet
 

Approaching zero

Hardly warm you’re not feeling normal
Your pulse is faded, could use first aid
Now you private matters need looking after
It’s way too late, though, the show can’t wait
It’s a private screening of life’s last gleaming
Your private glory, your personal story
And you’re the hero, approaching zero

Now, now, now
Speak your last line

Make it good `cause your tongues like wood
You’ve got sticks for your arms, it’s no false alarm
It’s your last hurray, the final straw
And i’m not sory, it’s not my worry
´Cause I’m the knife that is full of life
Where there once was we, now there’s only me
And you’re the hero, approaching zero

Now, now, now
Speak your last line

Should I’ve warned you that I’m not normal
It’s build on tears full of nagging tears
And there is no cure, now it’s too obscure
It’s TV movies, it’s Punch and Judy
It’s things obscene on the shining screen
It’s a killer’s story, a monent’s glory
And you’re the hero, approaching zero
Yes, you’re 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
It’s nothing

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

Forget your life
It’s nothing

You’re hiding
Why are you hiding?
That’s nothing
That’s nothing

You’re scared 
What are you scared of?
That’s nothing
That’s nothing

Forget your life
It’s nothing

Forget it