Tales from the Rectory Basement - The Lyrics
I’ve been up here for 42 days I’m starving myself in artistic craze Suspended up for everyone to see So they’ll pay attention to me I look tortured for all the crowds I think I’ll cover myself with shrouds I’m killing my body but I don’t care So they’ll pay attention to me Maybe my momma didn’t love me All the other kids thought they were above me Maybe me daddy liked to touch me So I sit up in this box All the Brits pelt me with rocks But I don’t care as long as I get all their attention I’ll be in the hospital for weeks I’ll let the press photograph my sunken cheeks I’ll sit on ice I’ll climb flagpoles So they’ll pay attention to me They'll pay attention to me...02. OC Thug
(Please note, this is an observation of a species indigenous to an area of Southern California called Huntington Beach, a love place full of some not so lovely people...) He’s got close cropped hair And a shiny white truck He’s from the streets of Westminster And he likes it rough Wherever he goes Follows a shroud of bleached rap No one can touch him He’s just too hot So blast that brown candy You Orange County dandy The thug life’s just like Playing little league But be careful he’s got His own flaming piece And when such a sensitive guy Has got a girl in his eye Don’t get in his way Cuz a playa’s gotta play I see them walking Down the street so tough A dime a dozen But they don’t care They’re so different But their look they share Jesus they don’t have Any fucking shame They came they saw They seized and they came It’s a modern day love affair But no one really cares She’s his baby he’s her man And they admit it deadpan They don’t got no self respect And thought is something we can’t expect I don’t care if they’re mental elves I hope they marry and hang themselves The thug life’s just like Playing little league But be careful he’s got His own flaming piece And when such a sensitive guy Has got a girl in his eye Don’t get in his way Cuz a playa’s gotta play03. Harry Ape
I'm sorry that I have a dick I'm sorry that I don't have tits I know that I was born a pig Just because I have a prick And I know that I oppress All those born with breasts I'm stupid and white, or so they say But let them hang me another day What happened to you when you When you were young Was it so bad that You have to come on so strong? Am I an easy target Picked out in the dark Do you really hate me? Is your tongue really that sharp? It's really my fault Just as much as it is yours Should we play charades Until we both get bored? Through the mask I heard it clear Even though I wasn't there Gorilla Mask accusing me Of something that I couldn't be I wasn't there I wouldn't know Just do what you think you think is right And please don't let me interrupt Your fabricated projection show What is the difference anyway Between what I do and what I say You pegged me at square one you know I guess I'm something if you say so I know that you're so goddamn PC To maintain your image you must hate me Maybe it's just because I don't bleed Every thirty something days But that's OK, yeah that's OK04. Poverty and Pornography
It was on the front page of the news...05. Hi, My Name is Lance
Won’t you be the girl of my dreams Won’t you please get on your knees You know that I’d love you so You know I’d never let you go My heart is the organ between my legs So suck down another keg Let’s move down another peg And let my heart between your legs I bought a shiny white truck With custom buffed rims Hi, my name is Lance Won’t you sleep with me When you’re my woman I’ll be your man Then maybe you’ll understand I’ll treat objects far better than you You’ll wish you’re dead before we’re through It’s so sad we think life’s in a song Sitting around whining about what’s wrong We act out lyrics until we’re dead Or until we’re collapsed in the head Oh but it’s deep down in my heart You know I loved you from the start I’ve run out of pop song things to say So let me put it in the other way Let me put it in, the other way06. True Lies
Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Won’t you show us the way Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Come and save the day Lead us through this dangerous pass And we’ll forget your fascist past Terminate all my Mexican friends Make the means justify the ends Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Won’t you show us the way? Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Come and save the day They say your father was a Nazi That I cannot see So go and write new laws In your German tongue We’ll all vote for you Despite the fact that you’re dumb “It’s not a tumor”, you once said But you’re the tumor in my head Yes, you're the tumor in my head At least you can’t be president Unless you set a precedent You’re an actor just like Reagan I hope we don’t all get taken You hate gays isn’t that enough? So why make getting abortions tough? If you get elected I’ll kill myself But maybe not since it’s bad for my health Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Come and pump us up Oh Arnold, oh Arnold I’ve watched you since I was a pup Oh Arnold, oh Arnold It’s too bad I have Total Recall Oh Arnold, oh Arnold On recall issues you stall Oh Arnold, oh Arnold But you did give us Twins Oh Arnold, oh Arnold Everybody loses if you wins07. Dixie Tricks
Some people say what they mean And they mean what they say Now you know I wouldn’t have it Any other way But then there are those who Start speaking their mind Then start backpeddling like They’re committing a crime I’m not going to Speak and take offense Or say what I feel and then Worry about capital offense (So fuck it and fuck you) You heard what I said I don’t even care if It makes me end up dead We sit around thinking About all that’s wrong But we wouldn’t dare say it In the form of a song This apathy will Eat us all alive And force us in that friendly jet plane And go take a nose dive When the radio won’t play your records Then you know what’s the score Your personal freedom doesn’t matter If the money’s in the store Let’s all forget exactly What I just said My idea of freedom is Damaging my head I just don’t care about it Any old way And I won’t be satisfied Until I’ve had my say So speak you mind and then Apologize You know I’m not you So I keep closed my thighs08. Autoerotic Asphyxiation
Me and my rubber hose He knows just where to goes I put him around my neck For that extra kick I hope that my parents Never find this out Then they won’t let me be A sexy, sexy boy scout Scoutmaster please Stop caressing me I don’t want your fudgecicle Jammed inside of me Everyone thinks you’re great But you’re the one I hate Now I’ll limp for a month I just can’t thank you enough So they hushed it all up I’m not dead so I must be tough I’ve got an office job And a wife I call “Rob” We scarf all day and night And she don’t put up a fight Until one day I heard All of her breathing stop But jail ain’t that bad It’s more than I ever had Now my scoutmaster and me Can live in harmony And all the rubber we need Plus security Although it’s always best If we join in with the rest Autoerotic Asphyxiation But now I’m free I’m free as can be And I’ve joined the NSC And been given the magic key To war we go to war we’ll stay I wouldn’t have it any other way We get George, and Colin, and Dicky too And I’ll let them piss on me and poo We’re just a happy family As long as we’ve got sodomy Until one day I’ll choke and die And I bet they’ll get away with it too09. MOhammed Johnson Has a Bad Day
I woke up in a prison cell Boy my ass hurt like hell Couldn’t remember where I’d been Or what time I had come in But then I remembered part of my tale And I’ll tell you, if I am able It started off by a high school She was fifteen going on thirty-four As soon as she went down I know I was in trouble But that didn’t bust my pleasure bubble But oh and then there was the crack house I had cops following me around My name is Mohammed but I’m not Muslim But with the FBI there wasn’t a care to be found So I got back after burying Heather Put the pipe to my lips and sucked away Noticed a sign that said pilots wanted So I got up and inquired within So you’re wondering how the story ends And how I got put in jail again They got me for spitting on the sidewalk But the story’s stupid so who gives a fuck?10. The Rhythm of Dick Cheney's Bionic Heart
I have got so many things to say I could waste the entire day Let me let me and I’ll let you And by then we’ll be on our way I get so tired sometimes I wish I could slip back in time The same old shit day after day There has to be another way Why should I even try When all I do is sanitized I mean my words I say them well But still I’m stuck here in this hell I feel like I keep repeating myself Or maybe it’s just the world going round If I screamed would it make a sound If I look will I ever be found Why should I even try When all I do is sanitized I mean my words I say them well But still I’m stuck here in this hell I hate noise... all you lying angel people... etc...