Six, six, six, Dunkin' Donuts A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's Extra jalapenos on the side And a case of Asahi Dry I wish to speak with Timothy
Sheets off Flashlight in your eyes FREEZE! Guns in your gut Strip down Body search Cough up Or stomach pump To fight the war on drugs You must give up
You never know When it says you gotta go Hellfudge To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge Hellfudge Roll down the window of the limousine Hellfudge
A fork is a cold shiny tool to pierce, tear and ingest Whatever has the fork in hand controls the meal of its choice We're told the first few punctures
I wanna be a drug-sniffing dog So I can snort coke all day long Bite my master when it suits me Get off on diminished capacity I wanna be a customs man
(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra) Here today, gone tomorrow Don't need my self remembered But what I help create and leave behind Is important to me To dent
Disconnected, dysfunctional Soul mates with nobody else Sing a song for the New Ice Age Greed has made us lonely Faith, hope and treachery Faith, hope
Don't ask me why But I was walking down the streets Of Fairfax, California And I saw this flyer hangin' On a telephone pole, and it said CAN GOD FILL
Lotta good that P.H.D. did me Stuck... grocery store security Cigar store Indian Fake badge authority Nothing ever happens here Hark! Camera, aisle 5
Hair by mail Tit jobs for teens Go broke appearing rich Searching for rosebud in the fire Pop stars fingers in the fans The therapist you wish you had
Spiral down the path Of least resistance Down a chute to a bed of nails That becomes a trampoline Bouncing lost souls Emperor Ludwig is with us
Red alert from the Dairy Queen To the Vatican from Panama City Yeah, yeah Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal Hey, lemme crash at your place for
I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berzerk? Well, you left me anyhow and the days got worse and
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Sylvestre Matuschka Sylvestre Matuschka One more Buried nugget Of the dark history Of the darkest side of man Austria, 1931 Hungarian, hero - World War
God's sounded the alarm Dare not push the snooze button Your favourite metalhead and mine Child-molesting freak Used Seven Seals to scare his flock So
Snake on a dune Sand so moist and cool Crawls up to a ledge To survey the valley below Slither into town In the velvet Elvis night Spiralling remains
