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I went to Blockhead Video To rent a tape of people makin' love Couldn't find no love in here "It's a family store, see here!" I settled for "Faces Of Death" But they'd rented it to some kid I'm tired of the same old gore Kick Butt Cabl

Red alert from the Dairy Queen To Vatican from Panama City Yeh, yeh Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal Hey, lemme crash at your place for a while Yeh, yeh I know I've shot your priests full of holes But you forgave the guy who shot you I'm be

Here today, gone tomorrow Don't need my self remembered But what I help create and leave behind Is important to me With my constructive satire Make my life one big prank On a society I hate All that we are when we're on a stage Is Vaudeville jester f

Sylvestre Matuschka Sylvestre Matuschka One more Buried nugget Of the dark history Of the darkest side of man Austria, 1931 Hungarian hero-World War I Businessman Family man "Idealist? Or just plain mad?" To him, life must be a smash He blew up

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 Snoop through your stuff 'cause I can Sneaky peaky pry through your private lives Stroke your pant

I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride nothing is done without my approval I own you I decide how long you sleep And how much rest You are ever allowed I decide what you desire I deny you time to think I am the mirror o

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 Of a garden of delights The builders are all gone Their monuments remain Outlasted by what they once