AMERICAN FAMILY

Lyrics Portrait of an American Family

Prelude (The Family Trip)

Cake and Sodomy

Lunchbox

Organ Grinder

Cyclops

Dope Hat

Get Your Gunn

Wrapped in Plastic

Dogma

Sweet Tooth

Snake Eyes and Sissies

My Monkey

Misery Machine

Prelude (The Family Trip)

There's no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're going

Or which way the wind is blowing

Is it raining? Is it snowing

Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Oh, the fires of hell are glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes! The danger must be growing

For the rowers keep on rowing

And they're certainly not showing

Any signs that they are slowing!

Stop the boat!

Cake and Sodomy

I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck

Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity

Red neck burn out mid west mind,

who said date rape isn't kind?

Porno nation, evaluation what's this time for segregation

Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation

White trash get down on your knees,

time for cake and sodomy

Time for cake and sodomy

(I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck)

VCR's and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens

Cash in hand and dick on screen,

who said god was ever clean?

Bible-belt round anglio-waste,

putting sinners in their place

Yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face

White trash get down on your knees,

time for cake and sodomy

Time for cake and sodomy

Lunchbox

On we plow

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest

Try to tell me, tell me he's the best

But I don't really give a good goddamn cause

I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well

I wanna grow up

I wanna be a big rock and roll star

I wanna grow up I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

I got the pencils in my pocket, 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,

pow pow pow

I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

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

Caliopenis envy from your daddy

You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear

What I say disgusts him

He wants to be me and that scares him

Lets do a funny little dance with my 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

Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth,

my fists are lined with suckers

My prison skin's an eyesore mirror sketch pad

I am your son

Your dad

Your fag

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

Cyclops

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head

Mascera-clotted vision she is fed

Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all

She got a pin prick spiral hole

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Cyclops woman dying in her shell

Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well

Cyclops woman is the eye of the world

Who's reflection's in the retina?

he can't see nothing, nothing at all

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Dialate, dialate

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

The crowd begins to grin,

but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's 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, it's filled with this and that

My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise

Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes

They will bite the hand if it is slower than

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

Get Your Gunn

Goddamn your righteous hand

I eat innocent meat

The housewife I will beat

The prolife I will kill

What you don't do I will

I bash myself to sleep

What you sow I will reap

I scar myself you see

I wish I wasn't me

I am the little stick

You stir me into shit

I hate therefore I am

Goddamn your rightous hand

Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn

Pseudo-morals work real well

On the talk shows for the weak

But your selective judgements

And goodguy badges

Don't mean a fuck to me

I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist

The most that I can learn

Is in records that you burn

Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn

Pseudo-morals work real well

On the talk shows for the weak

But your selective judgements

And goodguy badges

Don't mean a fuck to me

I am the VHS

Record me with your fist

You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl

Pseudo-morals work real well

On the talk shows for the weak

But your selective judgements

And goodguy badges

Don't mean a fuck to me

Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn...

get

Wrapped in Plastic

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake

To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake

Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies

Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly

Stay, don't want to go now

Drove the children from their chores

Handcrafted housewives into whores

Fear of the beast is calling it near

Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here

Stay, don't want to go now

Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's 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 mommy's sleeping at night

To wash away sin you must take off your skin

The righteous father wears the yellowest grin

Don't wanna go now

Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now

Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches,

don't take time to sew your stiches

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,

don't take time to sew your stiches

Burn your bridges, burn your bridges

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor

I don't need your hate, I decide my fate

You cannot sedate all the things you rape

Sweet Tooth

Her heart shivers in my hand

She's melting on me like cotton candy

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of

My disease, disease is draining me

Anymore you're not so 'pretty please'

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

Her hair hangs in swollen strings

I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of

My disease, disease is draining me

Anymore you're not so pretty, please

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

Snake Eyes and Sissies

Wrench is just a household God

but I carry mine with pride

I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile

Run you down without a twitch,

your car's just not as big as mine

Tear the son out of your bitch and

sprinkle your remains with lime

I ain't no workin' man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand

My afternoon's 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

What's yours is mine, yours is mine,

told you fucker, yours is mine

Snake eyes for sissies

I ain't no workin' man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand

I am the pedophlle's dream

A messianic Peter Pan

Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy,

I can never be a man

I ain't no workin' man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand

I ain't no workin' man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand

(Oh no, Oh no)

My Monkey

I had a little monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all

(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever)

I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

Poor little monkey

'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout'

(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever)

We are our own wicked gods

With little g's and big dicks

Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection

Of his own mind's dissonance

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 the ema, to the abbey of the ema

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 than 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 the ema, to the abbey of the ema

Blood is pavement

When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden

I am fueled by filth and fury

Do what I will, I will hurry there, there

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement

Blood is pavement