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Spanking Machine (1990)
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Why do you make me feel so bad?
Why do you bother to act so sad?
Well, you created it
You created it
I believed in it
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Raise your raise your cup
And struggle
Struggle
You got to struggle
Make your toast to all your trouble
You got trouble
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
I swear....
Crossroad
Crossroads yourself to death
And carve the wellworn path a deep gravel red
Cease to exist for Christmas less ness
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Cease to exist on your christmas list

. . .


He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing

He's my thing
I kept for myself and not for you
He's my thing I kept for myself and nobody else

He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing

Walks around in her boyfriends clothes
Nobody knows
She goes
She goes
Where she goes

He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing

He's my thing
I keep on a hook
Keep on a hook
She goes
She goes
Where she goes

He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing

He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing.

. . .


I wear the same face as you
and you share my sick point of view
But I do hate you
Vomit my heart
Pull my head apart
Vomit my heart
Pull my legs apart

Mad pilot fly high to the sky just
Just to tear off their arms
Just to tear off their arms

With carousel charm
I wear the same face as you
and you share my sick point of view
but I still hate you

Vomit my heart
Pull my head apart
Vomit my heart
Pull my legs apart

I wear the same face as you
and you share my sick point of view
But I still love you
My brains a carnival all aflame
Cause your not the same
Its all rearranged
But I do love you
Vomit my heart

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Blind your mind
So tears will melt
Numb the place
Where pain is
Well never
No never
Well never
Take a bow
Before you fall
See you crawl
Never
No never
Well never
Gutter saint
Save my life
Too much time
Yeah this is mine
Well I never
No never
Well I never
Take a bow
Before you fall
See you crawl
I see you crawl
See you crawl
Well I never
No never
Well I never

. . .


Shake this ground well of hate
This is why I rot away
This is why I rot away today
Cause you wear this mistake that you make
That mostly that you make
I said why?
Why?
Why?
You have to try
Shake
Should you shake well of hate
This is why I rot away
Call this kettle black
This is why I ricochet
Jack he built his house on sand
And mud slides
I said why?
Why?
Why?
You have to try
Quake
Shake shake with hate
This is why I rot away today

. . .


And why?
Every time the fire is burning
I pull away the kindling
Pour gasoline on fire
On fire* And why?
Always got to do that thing
Do that thing to me
To me
And why?
Everytime you're smiling
You smile from ear to ear
Mine is upside down
Up up side down
Upside down* And why?
Always got to do that thing
Do that thing to me
And why?
Everytime you're drowning
You're sinking under water
I put my hand down to you
And pull me right under
Right under with you
And why?
Always got to do that thing
Do that thing to me
And why?
Everytime the sun is shining
It shines so bright
So bright
I cant find sky
And why?
Always got to do that thing
Do that thing to me

. . .


Why?
Why did you leave me
When I was still inside of you
You search every sky
But all the stars are inside of me
Well I said* Why did you leave me
When I was still inside of you
Who are you fooling
You're transparent to me
Go inside now
Why did you leave me
Go inside my darling
You're guise has fallen
Fry
Fucking fry
Fucking fry
Fucking fry
Fucking fry
Fucking
My blue boyfriend
Why
Why did you leave me
When I was still inside of you
Well I said
Fry
Fucking fry
Fucking
My blue boyfriend
Believe me
I'm still inside of you
Who are you fooling
Well I said
Why did you leave me
When I was still inside of you
Why?

. . .


She screams sweet hell
In her old white nightie
With rips and tears she's too aware
See through big black bombs
That explode on chickens
All the while she thickens
From
Cracks in the mortar
Cracks in the mortal
Baby's got ruby jewel lashes
That'll whip your spine
I see you grew into
That stiff gray suit they've sewn for you
Scrub you clean
Now you forget what you mean
Wimpworm completely thick
Its you who makes me sick
With a great old brick and mortar
Cracks in the mortar
Cracks in the mortal
Cracks in the mortar
Babys got ruby jewel lashes
That'll whip your spine
Every time she blinks
Makes me sink into ruby
Ruby* Ruby jewel lashes
So I put on my best sunday dress
And I waltz straight into this mess of mine* Posing as a guest
Or something much less
Than a crazy old doll in a crazy old dress
Cracks in the mortar
Cracks in the mortal
Cracks in the mortar
Babys got ruby jewel lashes
That'll whip your spine
Well the thin moon sugar
It shines like a wind
The thin moon sugar it shines like a wind for me

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Desperate digging for conviction
Harbouring a false shame
Desperate digging for conviction
Harbouring a false shame
Well I guess you're right
Well I guess you're right
You said you're right right?
I guess you're right
Well I guess you're right
You're right* Alright
Suffering on the house that Jack built
On a foundation of mud slides
Suffering on the house that Jack built
On a foundation of mud slides
Well I guess he's right
Well I guess he's right
Well I guess he's right, right?
He's always right
Well I guess you win
You're right, alright
Why is it you're always right
Right
Well I guess you're right

. . .


Woah, shoot
Oh yeah, why don't you shoot?
Yeah, shoot
Oh yeah!

Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my skin
Soft gravel scratches cross my skin
It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin
Simply sick, where Billy's been

Oh my soul, there's a hole
Oh, my soul.

Sending psychic messages you can't even hear
From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Sugar spit sentiment never even meant
We've all dragged our Jesus hair around

Oh my soul, there's a hole
Oh, my soul
dust cake boy, boy, boy

Woah he wavers me something
God he wavers me something
God he fucks real mean
Mean

She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me
Has a crystalline cunt made of mint julep tea
You're staring at something you're never gonna see..
Take your small eyes away from me

Oh, my soul. There's a hole
Oh my soul dust cake boy
boy
boy

Woah
Woah he fucks real mean
He fucks mean
He fucks mean...

. . .


Take your fucking fork
And shove it down your own throat
And stop pretending to try to be
That infamous stupid raincoat
Well I dare to confess
Cause theres an army with me
Nine oceans away
Don't even bother me
Well I can't believe it
Things are building from memories they guard
And still you're getting in my way
Get out of my way
Nine oceans away
Don't even bother me
I can't believe it
Gaze awe vision from my incision
Starved skinny little man
Don't even bother me
I can't believe it
Gaze awe vision from my incision
Starved skinny little Jack
Face up
Catholic black
You're a writer
You better write quick
Cause your papers on fire

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