Mama

Living is free

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