Spooky Kids

Suicide Snowman
Learning To Swim
Let Your Ego Die
Thing Maker
White Knuckles
Red In My Head
Devil In My Lunchbox
Meat For A Queen
She’s Not My Girlfriend
Number 9
Son Of Man

If i had time to kill the world i'd try
Oh no, but i'm busy, killing me
I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
The striper girls will not be coming back
In the summer...for me! me!
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying...As winter lives...spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and i am free...yeah!
Corn cob pipe and a button nose...yeah
Bottled in the ground too long a...
Snow melts in my lawn and i am...
If i had time to kill the world i'd try
But i'm busy, kill is ever me
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying...As winter lives...spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and i am free...yeah!
Corn cob pipe and a button nose...yeah
Spring!

Learning To Swim

I wanna be the fish
I like the way he swims
I bend my arms to fins
Ego scales my skin
I grab a sharp stick
And i cut my gills
The water rushes in
I'm too young to live this life
I wanna be the fish
I like the way he swims
I grab a sharp stick
I'm too young to live inside this life
They want me to stay
This life i cannot feign

Let Your Ego Die

The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her side
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that she spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets
Like to see you, baby,
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Die, die, die

Thing Maker

You want to look like me
You want to act like me
You've got no sense of your own identity
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we
That's not what i want to be
So fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery
You can't begin to feel, you can't begin to feel,
You can't begin to feel
I said fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
(Chorus: it's about time, i've made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time, made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine
You motherfucker)
You are made
From things you steal from me
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
Can't begin to feel
So fuck you
You suck my energy, my personality
You steal steal steal from me
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
Can't begin to feel
So fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery
So you're a pitiful thief, you're a pitiful thief,
You're a pitiful thief
Fuck you
I don't want to know you, i don't want to know
(Chorus)
You are made from things you steal from me
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
can't begin to feel
Fuck you
If you want to worship me then just worship me
Don't even try to be
You're a fucking thief, you're a fucking thief,
a fucking thief
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery
You're a fucking thief
I don't want to know you

White Knuckles

Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground begins to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath i thought i'd drown
(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles. White knuckles)
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace
Red smears across her face
(Repeat Chorus Twice)

Red In My Head

Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red red in my head
Red red in my head
I grabbed her knuckles and i yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love hate viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate
I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
I know some tricks
And i'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if i do
To you
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red red in my head
Red red in my head
Red red they call me red
Red in the bed
The girl

Devil In My Lunchbox

Sometimes i'll just bring maybe an action figure or two You know
Other times, i'll bring my garlic spread
You know, the garlic spread
The garlic spread's important
And then you just walk around,
And the people always come up
And they're always sayin',
"Whaddya got in yer lunchbox?"
"For the most part, it's usually my lunch,
You goddamn cunt"
I get so mad
But you know
Yeah, that
Sometimes i'll just
I just
SCREEEEEAM!
"Hit it!"
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's right over there
Next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
And the banana
That's right
There is a devil in my lunchbox
There is a devil in my lunchbox
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
And the banana
That sometimes you gotta bruise
Like one of them strippers at the Peach Tree Lounge
That's on Power Line Road,
Right next to the pound,
By the 7-11
Devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
There is a devil
There is a devil
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
Devil, devil, devil in my lunchbox
(Repeat Several Times)
There's a devil in my lunchbox!

Meat For A Queen

Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplication, congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
Falsities, falsities
Falsified factualities
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something, something, something i said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
Meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse

She’s Not My Girlfriend

Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
She just
Suck suck
Sometimes i want her in
Sometimes i want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think i am
Her clothes are on the ground
Acrumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Sometimes i want her in
Sometimes i want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think i am

Number 9

Is all i think
He looks at the earring
"Fag," he mumbles
I don't mind
He's fat
No one likes him
Life's too short
I pass a table of black girls
With short hair
They look like men
They all look the same
I can hear the strobe now,
It's loud
And the music's too bright
I look for my friends,
But i can't remember if i came alone
Or not
Doesn't matter though
There's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives,
No doubt,
To be my friend
And as i near the bar
I see two persons
Eating each other's faces
I bark to the bartender
He gives me a placebo
I'm "so young," he tells me,
"To be here"
I nod and swallow the bland drink
Then i stumble several times
Near a crowd,
And they think i'm a good dancer.
I hear a girl tell another girl
That some girl she knows
Watched a
Girl
Puke in the toilet
I smile in their general direction
The good-looking one comes over
And bites my cheek
It hurts,
And i start to
Hit her
But she's grinning,
And i can see my blood on her teeth
And i pull her to me
"My place or yours?"
"The gutter will be fine," she confesses
As we walk out,
She takes another bite from my cheek,
And i smile at the fat man
By the door

Son Of Man

I am son of man
New York city son of sam
With a gun in hand
He rapes the women of our land
Blood and family does his death depravity
Keep out of his way
Live to lie another day
He was told to kill
Dogs and demons gave him will
Fear and roaming nights
Some remember hating life
Nobody wants him, He just stares at the world
Planning his vengance, That he wields on the world Now the time is here
For son of Sam to spread fear
Mother holy ghost, wicked son who kills the most
Nobody wants him, they just turn their heads
Nobody helps him, lord he has his revenge
Gunshots full of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Son of Sam killed again
Kill kill kill
Kill kill kill
Kill kill kill...