First Session Lyrics
Retard Girl
Retard girl makes us sick
Retard, poke her with a stick
Well she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
See the retard girl walking in her school
In the same dress from fourth grade
See the retard girl cross-eyed in the schoolyard
Looking for the friend she made
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Don't forget her face
Now shines the moon among the lake of fire
She's sucking a dick out in the yard
Well she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
God I hate that retard girl
Hear the retard girl do one for me
She don't think like the others do
See the retard girl squirming in the mud
Throw her in the trash can, see what she does
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Don't forget her face
I ask her mother, "why'd you implode"
Well her head's so big it just might explode
And she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
God I hate that retard girl
Hit her
See the retard girl staring at the sun
What does she see
See the retard girl stare at everyone
I hope she doesn't see me
Retard girl
The retard girl
The retard girl
Don't forget her face
Retard girl
The retard girl
The retard girl
Don't throw her away
Phonebill Song
She's a bimbo playing on the damn phone
I could really fuck you up, yeah
Cause I'm a demon buttercup, heh heh
You have to spit to see the shine
I see the carcass in your eyes
Before I go to sleep
Get it away from me
See the demon whore house eyes
Well, everything you look at dies
Gonna run the phonebill up
'Cos I'm a loser, buttercup
Before I fall asleep
Baby, I don't owe you
I could really suck you in
And you'd never see the light again
Gotta run the phonebill up
'Cos I'm a loser, buttercup
Before I just want more
Baby I just get bored
Turpentine
It'll come down and look you in the eye
The way you're gonna go with no place to die
The water breaks like turpentine
I sit dead in the sacrifice
You getta watch, you getta watch
Now you getta watch me die
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
See you standing- whatever for
Oh standing like an old whore
Who really knows where the ruby ride
I see all the sick reflections in your ruby eyes
And I know all you devils by your Christian names
And I know all you bitches by your Christian names
I getta watch, I getta watch
Now I getta watch you die
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
Put your head up over your leg
Count backwards from infinity
Eat the rose and the dirt it grows in
Hey, I don't even know what hole that's supposed to go in
Now you're mad and you're snubbing me
Stinks of metal in the junky tree
You getta watch, you getta watch
Now you getta watch me die
Bless my body, bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
Put your leg up over your head
I better walk you to your suicide
'Cos you fear maybe hold down suicide
I cease to exist on the Christmas list
I cease to exist in your disease
I lie right down baby give it to me
I lie right down
Nowhere walking backwards...
Johnnie's In The Bathroom
Dear Diary,
I was standing in a bus stop today and they must have known I wanted to
be a model, so I'm gonna call them tomorrow. Won't be long before I'm in
all the big rock videos. The most incredible thing happened to me in
Odella last weekend; that's why I'm writing. You see, I went to see. . .
Hey, wow
Wow, what's going on up there?
Did you have dinner yet?
Who wants dinner when you can get a goddamn good dick up your ass?
(laugh)
Oh I need you girl
Huh?
Oh I need you girl
You need me, boy?
Yeah....yeah I need you too
Huh?
I need you too, baby
Dear Diary,
I can't write a lot; Johnnie's in the bathroom. I met him in Shasta
tonight and he's just incredible. He's got this long, straight, black hair
and he wears all this silver jewelry, velvet pants, black boots, et cetera
I love your big muscles
It's a lickable pussy
Hi baby, how you doin?
Well all y'all want some pussy?
Well, all y'all grab on the Soul Train line and get it
guitarist for the Black Band Babies and we went in a doghouse...
