Compound with dust
Whereto is kin
Don’t make no fuss
Let the killing begin

I know the dead
I know you too
Know a lot of folk
Before I’m through
Kill a hundred men
Kill a hundred score
Take a rest and then
Kill a couple more

Let the killing begin

I make the dead
I make quite sure
Everybody know
What they be living for
It’s fun for the boys
But it’s death to the frogs
I play with grown up toys
Don’t need no Lincoln Logs

Let the killing begin

I wonder if the girls are mad
I wonder if they mean to kill
I wonder if Phil Lesch will die
For certainly he’s very ill

Let the killing begin

I love the dead
Their clammy skin
I put them out
And then I put it in
You can come with me
We’ll be feeling fine
Cause every friend of the devil
Is a friend of mine

Let the killing begin

Amway Man

I’m a big fat man I got a big fat wife
Had some big fat kids and they’re ruining my life
I make a big fat paycheck working for the state
But my balls are tied to the mortgage rate

Cause now I’m selling toiletries and now I’m selling soap
This whole new line of merchandise has filled my life with hope
Cause I’m an Amway man

So now my life is back on track
It’s life in the fast lane I can’t look back
Might not be all I thought it would be
This chalkboard dust’ll be the death of me
Cause I’m a big fat man I got a big fat wife
She had some big fat kids and they’re ruining my life
I make a big fat payment to the welfare state
And my balls are tied to the mortgage rate

Cause now I’m selling Tupperware and Turtle Wax and paste
My shrink’s afraid to tell me that he think’s my life’s a waste
Cause I’m an Amway man

Red Meat

This is not a sushi bar
You won’t find no tofu here
We’re still smoking cigarettes
Getting high and drinking beer
This is not a sushi bar
This is not a health food store
When you think we’ve had enough
That’s when you should give us more

We don’t read no self-help books
We don’t watch Phil Donahue
We don’t vote for Democrats
No one tells us what to do
We don’t want to watch our weight
We don’t count cholesterol
We’re not doing jazzercise
We’re not playing racquetball

We’re not practicing safe sex
Buying condoms by the gross
We’re not scared of getting AIDS
Take my chances with a dose
We’re not scared of dying young
We’re not scared of death at all
Cause we can’t get no satisfaction
Just like Mick and Jerry Hall

We want read meat
I ain’t talking ‘bout no squab
We want red meat
Lion cat and dog

Might As Well Try You

Tried eating: I got full
Tried thinking: found it dull
Tried Christ: got double-crossed
Tried tripping: I got lost
Tried drinking: I got sick
Tried speeding: stopped quick
Tried ethics: it wasn’t right
Tried beauty: an ugly sight

Tried talking: wasn’t sound
Tried flying: got shot down
Tried yoga: made me tense
Numismatics: made no sense
Tried cooking: I got burned
Tried teaching: I’ll never learn
Tried giving: couldn’t take it
Tried love: I couldn’t make it

Tried acting: didn’t play
Tried gigging: didn’t pay
Tried logic: saw no reason
Tried hunting: out of season
Tried embalming: I got stiffed
Tried taking: had no gift
Gambling wasn’t in the cards
Relaxing was too hard

Tried hating: I loved it
Tried pushing: I shoved it
Tried nihilism: got nothing out of it
Might try skepticism (but I doubt it)
Tried jumping: came up short
Tried drugs of every sort
Tried drilling: I got bored
Tried less: I wanted more

I never tried Allah
I never tried Zen
Been known to try my luck every now and again
Tried other women
At least one or two
Tried everything else
Might as well try you

Plastic Plant

Her lips are turning gray
From all that plastic goo
But I love her anyway
(What’s a boy to do?)
Me I run a health food store
Selling herbal tea
When I see her she don’t perk up
Even with the vitamin E
Cause she’s a plastic girl from the modern world

Dancing On Your Grave

Living in a wood shack eating cheese and gruel
Sitting on a hardback grinning like a fool
Drinking whiskey rot gut try and make it last
Ticking of the clock but the future is the past
Lying on a hard bed shaking from the cold
Ain’t scared of being dead I’m scared of growing old
No one on the take and nothing left to save
Laughing for my own sake and dancing on your grave

Living in a mud hut living day to day
Try and make it stop but it happens anyway
Sleeping like the dead and waking with the crows
Can’t hear what you said but I know just how it goes
Reap just what you sow at least that’s what I heard
I don’t care who knows and I don’t know’s on third
Giving what I got and getting what I gave
Taking my best shot and dancing on your grave

Living in a wood shack passing blood and stool
Reeking like a smokestack and burning bread for fuel
Drinking mountain dew and eating off the floor
Thought I had a clue but now I’m not so sure
Trying to avoid it but I see you in my dreams
Paging Doctor Freud cause I’m not sure what it means
Nothing left to do and no one left to save
Waiting for my cue and dancing on your grave

Living in a mud hut howling at the moon
I’d climb out of this rut but it’s really much too soon
Tried talking to the wall but it was making other plans
Watch the bouncing ball so you know just where it stands
Lost the will to live but I’m way too young to die
Something’s got to give cause I’m too old to cry
Giving what I got and getting what I gave
Taking my best shot and dancing on your grave

Have a Nice Day

Everyone’s got cancer
Cept those what’s got the plague
Jesus’ phone don’t answer
Godot has been delayed
The nitty’s always gritty
Pestilence and germs
First you feed the kitty
Then you feed the worms

Have a nice day

Judas Jonah Jezebel
Cut-throat blackguard sot
Sycophant infidel
Cum shit snot
Dead to honor dead to shame
Incestuous unclean
Se cong coming never came
First one never been

Knaves whores savagery
Weasels butchers ghouls
Viciousness depravity
Bile blood drool
Carnage pogrom genocide
Malignancy disease
God is dead and Nietzsche died
Welcome to your knees

Have a nice day

Rouges swine treachery
Pederasts queers
Brutality lechery
Piss puke tears
Duplicity infanticide
Cloven hoof and horn
Jesus wept and Katy lied
The savior was stillborn

Have a nice day

Stalin got the Russians
Mao got the Chinese
Rich man got deductions
Poor man he got cheese
The French got Jerry Lewis
The Kenedys got Ted
We all get what’s due us
A comfy wooden bed

You ain’t got no chance or choice
Not much to do
The riddle’s got no answer
The punch line is on you
The pity is it’s shitty
No one ever learns
First you feed the kitty
Then you feed the worms

Have a nice day

Maybe You’re Dead

Have you ever noticed when the song plays you
Does it make you think you’re God or do you think that you’re possessed
Maybe that’s schizo and the pieces only fit in your head
Maybe you’re dead

Switch it on switch it off
Hey that song is in the key that you like
Switch it on switch it off
Kind of makes you think that they’re watching you tonight

Have you ever wondered about the timing of things
You’re thinking of a person and the telephone rings
Could it be coincidental and the pieces only fit in your head
Maybe you’re dead

Take a Picture of My Brain

Put a needle in my brain
Dig out the encephaprobe
Disregard your aim
Eradicate the frontal lobe
Put your fingers in my brain
Redesign the wiring
A defect would explain
The synapses misfiring

Put your tongue inside my brain
Supplicate and then begin
There’s everything to gain
So go ahead and dig right in
Take a bite out of my brain
The seasoning is whiskey based
Which helps it to attain
That satisfying aftertaste

Put a bandaid on my brain
Administer the iodine
(Careful cause it stains)
And if you notice vital signs
Put a bullet in my brain
Notify the next of kin
Bury the remains
Begin the next experiment

When the Fat Lady Sings

Tell me a story tell me Turleygood Tom
Tell me where is he going tell me where has he gone
How do you figure and why is there air
What’s the difference and why should I care

Tell me a story tell me Tumbledown Dick
Tell me where is the men’s room cause I’m gonna be sick
Tell me something for nothing tell me how many things
Tell me why is it over when the fat lady sings

Little Town Ashtray Disaster

When Bob Newhart runs this whole fucking nation
And Larry Hovis is the gangster of love
Then will be the time of the rapture
Then we will all plant the glove
It was a little rock mining disaster
And the shaft fell right down to the core
And the maggots they nibbled the wreckage
And the rats took a few nibbles more

Ti yee
Sit down with me
Let’s talk about the horrible sound
Big birds fly in the big bloody sky
And the vultures they pick on the ground

Now when Satan comes a waltzing through your garden
And he singes all the wicker with his flame
Then the little town ashtray disaster
Leaves ashes on the pillow in the rain

Ti yee
Sit down with me
Let’s talk about the horrible sound
Big birds fly in the big bloody sky
And the vultures they pick on the ground

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