Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party

"Ladies and Gentlemen"
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom's not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain
Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesk drag
All the goose-step girlies with
Their cursive faces and
We know it's all Braille beneath the skirt
I'm bulletproof bizzop and
Swing heil and
I don't really care what gentlemen prefer.
Say, all you pin-down girls and
Bonafide ballers, so manically depressed
And manically dressed
We got our "Venus Not In Furs"

Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
I am overground, outselling it
Since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue collar white corrective politics
I'm on an hate, american style, kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

All our monkeys have monkeys

we drive our deathcrush diamond jaguar limousines

we're not fantastic motherfuckers

but we play them on TV

It's A Dirty word Reich
Say what you like.

It's A Dirty word Reich

Say what you like

We're the LOW ART GLOOMINATI

and we aim to depress

the SCABARET SCARILEGENDS

this is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the LOW ART GLOOMINATI

I don't care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

We're a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon
Entertain but never trust anyone sober
We're tasteless but good, my (s)top hat's top hat(ed)
Unsafe cheerleaders poun poms and pipe bombs

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth

I'll pretend that I want you
For what is on the inside
But when I get inside,
I'll just want to get out
I'm your first and last deposit
Through sickness and in hell
I'll never promise you a garden
You'll just water me down
I can't believe that you are for real
But I don't care as long as you're mine

When I said we
you know I meant me and
When I said sweet
I meant dirty (hey, hey)

The beauty spot was borrowed and
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow.
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard.
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees
At the altar of my ego

You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me
in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me

[Unknown Woman:]
I fuck you because you're famous.
I fuck you for your money.
I fuck you to control you.
I fuck you so somebody can have half of everything you own.
I fuck you to fuck you over.
I fuck you 'til I find someone better.
I fuck you in secret.
I fuck you because I can't remember if I already fucked you before.
I fuck you out of boredom.

We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Fake abuse for our bios
Blacken our own eyes
The grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire
And we have no reason why.
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We're
Good for nothing but being
Everything that's bad
Good for nothing but being
Everything that's bad

Haters call me bitch
Call me faggot call me whitey
But I am something that you'll never be
(Hey)
I won't look prettier if I smile for the picture
Motherfuckers never liked me then and they
Sure won't like me now
Don't try to drag me down with your cliché
Your fake grin fits your faker face
But I find all my pleasure in your misery
Yeah

I will step on you on my way up

I wake up everyday on
The wrong side of the bed
But I won't lay down on the floor
Like I'm the whore in your head
Call me a failure
Pretender, sex-offender, infector
Say I killed all my friends
And I deserve to be dead.

Kiss baby kiss
Bang baby bang
Suck baby suck
It's Vodevil
Kiss baby kiss
Bang baby bang
Suck baby suck
It's Vodevil
This isn't music and we're not a band

(No Lyrics - Instrumental)

The ancient pharoahs were not too bright they say,
But they made one contribution that I live by to this day,
It's the food pyramid,
And its approved the USDA

Oh grains of the foundation,
So please take my advice,
Of five to eleven servings of bread, cereal or rice,
Three to five of vegetables,
And four fruits is best,
Their antioxidensty fiber help you to digest,