Track 1- (Prelude) THE FAMILY TRIP

Theres no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
Theres no knowing where we're going
Or which way the wind is blowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a bowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing
Is the grisley reaper mowing
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any sign that they are slowing
Stop the boat

Track 2- CAKE AND SODOMY

I am the god of fuck
I am the god of fuck
Virgin sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red neck burnout mid west mind
Who said date rape isnt kind?
Porno...porno...porno...porno...porno nation evaluation
Whats this time for segregation?
Libido, libido fascination
Too much oral defecation
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
I am the god of fuck
I am the god of fuck
VCRs and vasoline
TV fucked by plastic queen
Cash in hand and dick on screen
Who said god was ever clean?
Bible belt 'round anglo waist
Putting sinners in there place
Yeah right great if your so good
Explain the shit stains on your face
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy

Track 3- LUNCHBOX

On we plow
The big bully tried to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me hes the best
I dont really give a good goddamn cause
I've got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
Got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I've got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up, wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be, so no one fucks with me yeah
Got the pencils in my bucket 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
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
I wanna grow up, wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up, I wanna be, so no one fucks with me yeah

Track 4- 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 dont want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him
Lets do a funny little dance with a funny little monkey
The black keys
Here is my real head
Here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
They try to blink me not to think me
Dont wanna bring me out
I am the rotten teeth my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skins an eyesore mirror sketch pad
I am your son
Your dad
Your fag
I am your fad
Here is my real head
Here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head

Track 5- CYCLOPS

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascera clotted vision she is fed
Cyclops woman cant see nothing at all
She got a pin prick spiral hole
She cant see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops woman dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped in nailed real well
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world
Whos reflections in the retina?
She cant see nothing nothing at all
Dialate...dialate

Track 6- 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 yeah
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Its 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
Its filled with this and that
My visions getting fat
The rabbits just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand
If it is slower then
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

Track 7- GET YOUR GUNN

Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you wont do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasnt 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
Pseudo morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
Selective judgement good guy badges dont mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most I can learn is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, Get your gunn
Pseudo morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
Selective judgement good guy badges dont mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS, record me with your fist
Want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
Selective judgement good guy badges dont mean a fuck to me
Get you gunn, get your gunn

Track 8- WRAPPED IN PLASTIC

Guilt is a snake, we beat with a rake
To grow in our kitchens in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
Twisting our guts melt our spines to jelly
Stay, dont wanna go now
Drove the children from there chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what we're hating
Its only fear that is here
Stay, dont wanna go now
Come into our home
Wont you stay?
I know the steak is cold but its 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 mommys sleeping at night
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
Dont wanna go now
Stay, dont wanna go now
Come into our home
Wont you stay?
I know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic

Track 9- DOGMA

Burn the witches, burn the witches
Dont 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 your bridges, burn your bridges
Dont take time to sew you stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I dont need your hate
I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape

Track 10- SWEET TOOTH

Her heart shivers in my hand
Shes melting on me like cotton candy
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you afraid of my
Disease, disease is draining me
Anymore your not so pretty please
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you 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, feels so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when your afraid of my
Disease, disease is draining me
Anyway 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

Track 11- SNAKE EYES AND SISSIES

Wrench is just a household god
But I carry mine with pride
I dont work but I can work with it to split your smile
Run you down without a twitch
Cars are not as big as mine
Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle
Your remains with lime, yeah
I ain't no working man
I do the best I can
I got the devils hand
Rolling sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can
I got the slackers hand
My afternoons 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
Whats yours is mine, yours is mine
Told you fucker, yours is mine
Snake eyes for sissies
I ain't no working man
I do the best I can
I got the devils hand
Rolling sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can
I got the slackers hand
I was prophesised by Shangri-Las
I am the leader of the pack
I am the pedophiles dream
A messianic peter pan
Just a boy, just a boy
Just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man
I aint no working man
I do the best I can
I got the devils hand
Rolling sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can
I got the slackers hand
Oh no, oh no

Track 12- MY MONKEY

I had a little monkey
And I sent him to the country
And I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
And knocked my monkey coo coo
And now my monkeys dead
Or at least he looks that way
Then again dont we all
What I make is what I am
I cant live forever
I had a little monkey
And I sent him to the country
And I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
And knocked my monkey coo coo
And now my monkeys dead
Poor little monkey
What I make is what I am
I cant live forever
We are our own wicked gods
With big "g"s and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
The primates scream of consonance
Is a reflection of his own minds dissonance

Track 13- 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
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 then
They appear in the mirror
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema
To the abbey of thelema
Blood is pavement
When you ride, your ridden
When you ride your ridden
I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement