Portrait of an American Family
Album - 19 luglio 1994 - Debaser id 9847

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!

I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck
virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
red-neck-burn-out-midwest-mind
who said date rape isn't kind

porno nation, evaluation
what's this, time for segregation
libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation

(chorus)
white trash get down on your knees
time for cake and sodomy
white trash get down on your knees
time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy

I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck
vcr's and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
cash in hand and dick on screen
who said god was ever clean

bible belt 'round anglo waist, putting sinners in their place
yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face

(chorus)

repeat
yeah
time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy

Bring me down
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

I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I 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

I got my 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
I 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
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me

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

cyclops woman got one eye in her head
mascera clotted vision she is fed
cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
she got a pin-prick-spiral hole
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
cyclopss woman dying in her shell
guilt got her trapped in nailed in well
cyclops woman is the eye of the world
who's reflection's in the retina
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
dialate, dialate

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 therefore I am
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord
Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord

Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your Selective judgements and good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn

Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements and good guy 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 good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You 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 good guy 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 good guy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me

Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn...Get

guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
stay, don't wanna go now
rob the children from their chores
handcrafted housewives into whores
fear of the beast is calling it near
creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here
stay, don't wanna go now
come into our home, won't you stay
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic
come into our home, won't you stay
i know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in 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
to wash away sin you must take off your skin
the righteous father wears the yellowest grin
don't wanna go now
stay, don't wanna go now
stay, don't wanna go now
come into our home, won't you stay
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride
I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile
run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain't no workin 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
I ain't no workin 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 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
I ain't no workin 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 workin 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)