WhatGoodIsGriefToAGod

Fatso Nero
Put on your sheets and wreaths... follow in the footsteps of Caligula. Study the logic of Fatso Nero... wine, women and song. 'Cuz it's a modern day... Roman empire. Where girls hone all the boys, diseases passed around like a game of... TAG--and now you're in it! Chorus: It's a modern day Romanhood. You're not the first to be no good. You'll never know what kind of life it is. Eating sweet and plenty grapes, bonin' down on a bitch. Praying to the Gods, in the sluaghterhouse of Athens. If mom saw you smoking pot, she'd throw you to the lions...NERO! Die...you've got it!

Terrorist's Life
The violent pursuit of what they hope to be... a better world Rejection of society and the desire... to destroy it. As we look back, so many attacks. Chorus: Because back through time, many men have died. It's all the same; many will be slain. Long live the rebels, the flashed in the sky. Iran, Pakistan, many countries lie. Middle East in turmoil, ironic sick game. Looks like the world's slowly going insane. Bombs and arms, the missiles in the sky. If they're such men of wisdom, why is there still terrorism? Pope John Paul was shot in Rome. Ronal Reagan was shot here at home. Oktoberfest murders in Munich, Germany. Sixty hostages in the Turkish embassy. As we look back, they attack. Chorus I wonder when the world is gonna Glow. Self destruction, they just don't know. World destruction is a friend to us all. Crying won't help no matter how sad. Leaders on a one way mission; they're on a mission to the top. Until armagheddon it seems, until Armagheddon, will they stop?

Sinning Artist Max
Taking a liking to the dog on his wall. It took the place of his Jesus. It looked like the pup he kept outside. (Man's best frined Max) It's all he needed to fulfill his life. (Just him and his dog) He often wondered who was walking who. His love for Max more than love for life. He couldn't shake those staring eyes, those watching eyes soon to be blind. So sorry, so sorry, Sinning Artist Max. Sinning Artist, Sinning Artist, Sinning Artist Max. See nothing, feel nothing. See nothing, feel nothing. 'Cuz what the eyes can't see, the heart won't grieve...Sinning Artist Max. She wanted to lose her reputation as a whore. If she, if she could make him her's. She would get him by what she did best. Suddenlt Max started to lurk. He couldn't understand, he wanted to die. The pencils flew right into his eyes. Bit the feeding fingers, ones he last saw. Suddenly Max dead on the floor. So sorry, so sorry, Sinning Artist Max. See nothing, feel nothing. See nothing, feel nothing. 'Cuz what the yees can't see, the heart won't grieve...Sinning Artist Max. He couldn't understand, he wanted to die. The pencils flew right into his eyes. Bit the feeding fingers, ones he last saw. Max dead, Max dead on the floor. So sorry, so sorry, Sinning Artist Max. Sinning Artist, Sinning Artist, Sinning Artist Max. See nothing, feel nothing. See nothing, feel nothing. 'Cuz what the eyes can't see, the heart won't grieve... what good is grief to a dog???

They Must Want To Die
Down with the arms race, to keep the other in its place. Bombs flying in the night, like a rabid dog bite. Newspapers all the same, media, a brainwash game. Why do they even try? 'Cuz they must want to die. No alibi. Don't ask no reason why, because they... They must want to die. Hey, what's the latest scoop? Go and build another nuke. We're all the masquerade. The world filled up with hate. Every country's newest game, who's to fault, who's to blame? Why do the people lie? They must want to die. Wanna die. No alibi...bombs away! The feds take all your green, for the doomsday machine. You're heading down the track. Wonder why people crack. Down with the arms race. Keep the other in it's place. Bombs flying in the night They want to die. No alibi. Don't need no reason why...

Girl Scout Camp
Keep the people happy and blind. Censoring the truth should be a crime. Jack up the ratings, they're just anither committee. Plastic world just made to look pretty. 'Cuz we're going down to girl scout camp. We're going to tell you what's best for you. Filtering your world and your mind, under their thumbs...now you're blind. Censoring your lives is a social plot. Be a consumer, sit at home and rot. They just won't accept reality. They'll just let us see what they want us to see. 'Cuz we're going down to girl scout camp. They're gonna tell us what's best for us. Censoring your world and your mind. Under their thumbs, now you're blind. CENSORED!! Keep the people happy and blind. Censorshing the turth should be a crime. Jack up the ratings, just another committee. It's a plastic world, it's so damn shitty. Girlscout camp! Girlscout camp! Girlscout camp! It's a girlscout camp!

No Mistake
No mistakes, no...no mistakes. Debts and demands are all around. No time for your own life, some day you'll drown. Using your time, softening your minds. Running through the circus, just like a clown. No mistakes, no mistakes. Chorus: 'Cuz the clock ticks as you play, there's not much you can say. Pulling from you, you just don't know. The U.S. a vacuum, pocket books it's a doom. There's no way out. No mistakes, no mistakes. I say no mistakes must be made. No mistakes, no mistakes. I say no mistakes must be made...must be made. Chorus: The jester in his court, killing people just for sport. Using you, there's no way out. The leaders laugh in their thrones, sucking life from the home. Pulling from you, you just don't know Lapsing at you until you drop, working on you until you snap. There's no way back. No mistakes, no, no, no mistakes. You can't make no mistakes. You punch a clock like a clone. Cable t.v. in every home, programming you...you just don't know. Don't live a life of sin, be a mannequin. Life is a game, you're just like a rock. Sit down and be quiet, you just can't talk, They're laughing at you, until you snap. You're so screwed, messed up crack... Laugh and scream like dying hounds exploitation in every town. People, they just don't have the say. Such a stupid game that you play. Better walk a straight line. Before you know it you are behind. Fight justice, stay alive. Maybe you'll win, maybe you'll die. Got a life of destruction, save the nation. You don't have much to say, 'cuz that's the American Way. Live at home and rot, it's a social plot. Live at home and rot, it's a social plot. Don't stop, fight back. It's a social plot. Don't stop, fight back...

Shadow Of A Fool
I don't understand what led to this. The arrow's been fired, but the target missed. One hand on the trigger, the other on his grave. You better run and hide in a deep dark cave. No more time to be pushed around. Nothing in the world's gonna bring me down. We don't look back, we look ahead. No matter what blood, blood's been shed. Think not!... Abount anyone but yourself. go take a long walk and don't come back. Looks like the cat is out of the bag, man. The future's clear, it's time to attack. Shadow of a fool... You're hanging from a tree. Gotta win that never ending battle, until you're dead will I be free. I see the people are fooled everyday. Lie after lie, just to lead the way. What insanity could lead to this? It's suicidal on a slash to the wrist. On the outside you've got a friendly face. On the inside it's a cut throat race. Cries and screaming in the night, Fight the neverending fight, 'Cuz no one cares about anyone but themselves. So take a long walk and don't come back. Looks to me like the cat's outta the bag. The future is clear, it's time to attack. People after you, you know it's true. Manipulating things just to get to you. You better hurry up, you might lose the race. There's millions more in line, ready to take your place. It's a backstabbing world that's facing you, They'll take the shirt right off your back. And they won't leave, won't leave a clue. I said a story's been told, it's kinda sad. About a brotehr who went bad. Maybe your lesson will be learned, but it's too late, some day you'll burn.

The Puppet
Such a cute doll seems to be your friend. A small evil face 'till the deadly end. The trilogy of terror has just begun. You'll be lucky to see the morning sun. Running through your room with a razor bite, another victim, another bloody site. Run, run, run as fast as you can. The puppet has you in the palm of his hand. Chorus: Having no direction, only terror tonight. A mindless puppet, a puppet on a string. You're on a string of fright... A spell's been cast, a spell from eveil dawns. A spirit of death is all around. A doll stabbed with a pen. The powers never gone. Chorus Running through your room with a razor bite, another victim, another bloody site. Run, run, run as fast as you can. The puppet has you in the palm of his hand. Stabbing and knawing on your leg. Pop it in the oven and start to bake. Evil creature, it only smiles. Come on over, mother. Haven't seen you in a while.

Don't Do It
Skating down the street, looking for girls to meet, another set of rules... What do they think we are, uncapable fools? So many guidlines, that makes little sense. Seems to me like the worlds a little screwed up. Chorus: Regulations all around town. Don't look up, man. Don't look down. Get that dog off the beach. It looks like you're the one wearing the leash. Well they've got a bunch of rules, just waiting for you. Just like a monkey in the L.A. zoo. 'Cuz they've got your name in a nice big file. One mistake, man big brother smiles. They'll absorb your bucks today. The only way out is another price to pay. Sippin' on suds, on a Saturday night. They say that's not right. Rules are getting a little too thick, It's making me sick. I feel like I'm stuck in social glue. Society's screwing you, There's just no way back... It's time to attack! Chorus Regulations all around town. Don't look up, man. Don't look down. Get that dog off the beach. It looks like you're the one wearing the leash. We're sorry, there's no trespassing on the beach past ten'o'clock. And no loitering, and no smoking, and no alcohol on the beach. By the way, there's no parking, and no skateboarding. Remember, the red curb is for no parking whatsoever. The yellow curb is for loading and unloading of passengers only. Put that dog on a leash, and don't forget the stool.

Witch In the Canyon
See the eyes glowing in the shadows. Does she have an evil mind? No one knows. Walking so gently amongst the trees, now I think she's after, she's after you and me. Is it mindless evil? Oh, we don't understand, and so the children ran. Chorus: Chased, chased by an evil power. You're gonna be stocked, until the milk goes sour... Chased, chased your nightmares have just begun. You're being stalked by the witch in the canyon. How does this woman survive? Cobwebs in her hair, man is she dead or is she alive? Feel the awesome power until the very end, until your life goes sour. And so the children ran. And so the children ran. (repeat chorus) See the story, the story's all the same. One more little pick, one more pick on your brain. (repeat chorus)

Wanderings Of A Giant
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Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain, outta control Chippin' every day chipin' deeper and deeper The girl she looks like a choo choo train I don't know what you're trying to do, John Looks to me like you got no brain Cuz we used to look up to you Johnny's got a problem Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain, outta control Chippin' every day chipin' for the gipper Chippin' on chippin' on down the line Doesn't really matter who you take with you Just as long as Johnny feels fine Cuz he used to look up to you Johnny's got a problem Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain, outta control Runnin' everyday diggin' your own grave Until you wise up will you be saved? Johnny after Johnny you're all the same You play with fire it's a downhill game Cuz we used to look up to you Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain, outta control One more for a different job Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control... Johnny's got a problem he's outta control He's got static of the brain, outta control Johnny's got a problem and he's outta control.

She's Obscene
Lyrics Unknown

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