Portrait of an American Family Lyrics

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

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 defication

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

(I am the god of fuck

I am the god of fuck)

Vcr's and vasoline

Tv-fucked by plastic queens

Cash in hand and dick on screen

Who said God was "ever clean?"

Bible-belt 'round anglo-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

White trash get down on your kness

Time for cake and sodomy

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

White trash get down on your kness

Time for cake and sodomy

Yeah

Time for cake and sodomy

LUNCHBOX

(That motherfucker's gonna get my metal)

I bring you...

Freedoooooom

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

Got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well

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, yeah

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 next motherfucker gonna get my metal next motherfucker gonna get my metal next motherfucker"

Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, 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

Yeah

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

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, yeah, yeah

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 hate become to escape what I hated being

Calliopenis 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

"Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey" the black keys

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 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

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

I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me

Here is my real head

CYCLOPS

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head

Mascara-clotted vision she is fed

Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all

She got a pin-prick-spiral hols yeah

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 is in the retina?

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Dialate

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Yeaaah

Dialate

DOPE HAT

(The Great Hojo will perform a feast of prestigitidation)

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, yeah

The crowd begins to grin

But they seem to screem when darkness fills my - eyes

Seem to screem when darkness fills my - eyes

It's no surprise

(And you meet, ohoh, your doom) (Help)

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 dis-guise

Stars and pills and needles dance be-fore our eyes

They will bite the hand

If ti 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 knew 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 won'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 for I am

Goddamn your righteous hand

Goddamn (uh, Lord)

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

Most that I can learn

Is in records that you burn

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

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

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

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

WRAPPED IN PLASTIC

Guilt is a snake

We beat with a rake

Grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake

Feed it to us

To squirm in our bellies

Twisting our guts melt our spines to jelly

Stay

Don't want to go now, stay

Drove the children

From their chores

Handcuffes housewives into whores

Fear of the beast

Is calling it near

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

Stay

Don't want to go now stay

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold

But its wrapped in plastic

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

... But in plastic, 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

Wash away sin

Take off your skin

The righteous father wears the yellowist grin "don't wanna go now"

Stay

Don't wanna go now, stay

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold

But its wrapped in...

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold

But I know its wrapped in, wrapped in

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold

But its wrapped in...

Come into our home

Won't you stay?

Wrapped in plastic, plastic

DOGMA

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Don't 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 the bridges, burn the bridges

Don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn the bridges, burn the 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 hate

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 hate

I don't need your hate

I decide my fate

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Burn, burn

Burn.........

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

Yeaaah

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

SNAKE EYES AND SISSIES

(Killing is killing wether done for duty, profit or fun...)

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

Car's just not as big as mine

Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime yeah

Yea yea yea yea yeah

I ain't no working 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

Yeah

I ain't no working 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

I am the pedophile's dream

A messianic peter pan

Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man, yeah

I ain't no working 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 working 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

(Why are the children doing what they're doing? Why does this child reach out and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and cut his throat...)

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 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 be forever)

We are out own wicked gods

With littel "g's"

And big dicks

Sadistic

And constantly inflicting a slow demise

(Big dick, big dick, big dick .........)

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

The primate's scream of consonance

Is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance

MISERY MACHINE

(... To face reality but we tell you there's over three thousand groups opperating on the country today, and the number is growing. As Christians we've gotta take on the armour of Christ and go to battle against Satan)

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 abby of thelema

Blood is pavement

Yeah

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 thelema, to the abby of thelema

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

Yeahhh

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

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

Fuck it

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

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

Yeah, yeah ......

(Go home to your mother, does she ever watch you? Tell her this isn't some comunist day care center. Tell your mother I hate her. Tell your mother I hate YOU!!!)

PHONE CALL

(I want my son off of your mailling list, I have already contacted the post-office for your pornographic material that he's been received in the mail. My next stop'll be my attorney. I do not want this member called any more and I do not want anything delivered to my adress. If I receive anything else from this fan or this group, my next phonecall will be my attorney and you will be contacted. Thank you and Goodbye.)