Mommy Dearest

Mother: What is this mess that I see?

Child: (stuttering) I was just...

Mother: How many times have I told you?

Child: I was gonna pick it up I swear...

Mother: I told you to pick up this mess...

Child: I know I heard you...

Mother: I don't wanna hear that!

Child: (stuttering) was gonna pick it up...

Mother: Pick up this room like I told you...

Child: I'm picking up right now, see... I'm pick it up

Mother: What your not listening to me?

Child: No I'm picking it up..

Mother: Pick it up...

Child: See I'm putting it away...

Mother: And stop that crying!

Child: I'm not crying...

Mother: There will be no crying here!

Child: Mommy stop it please...

Mother: I SAID THERED BE NO CRYING HERE!

Child: Mommy don't hit me...

Mother: SHUT UP!

Plastic Jesus

Away in the manger
No crib for his bed
That's the story
That they to told you
When they tucked you in
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down his sweet head
They never told you
That's not where the story really ends

Plastic Jesus
Is plugged in
On each and every Christmas day

Plastic Jesus
You will melt
You don't mean a thing to me
Plastic Jesus
Mannequin
A statue that is not even real

The little man hanging
From the cross on your neck
False advertisement
Cause the man you wear
Is no longer dead
Make a little gesture
For the whole world to see
Just a motion that you go through
When you pray and eat

Plastic Jesus
On the shelf
Tell me how can he save himself

Plastic Jesus
You will melt
You don't mean a thing to me
Plastic Jesus
Mannequin
A statue that is not even real

Mary had a little lamb

Wash me clean cause I'm dirty dirty
Wash me clean so I'm pretty pretty

Kill Yourself

Being belittled
You must die
Now's the time
To take your life

Say goodbye
To your ties
Come and try
Suicide

KILL... YOUR... SELF...
Dead man walking

Misery
Loves company
Hanging tree
Eternity
(kill yourself...)

Not a colipse
Or outer space
To be sane
Is in your fate

KILL... YOUR... SELF...
Dead man walking

Dead man walking...

KILL... YOURSELF...
Dead man walking

Love With A Fist (Haunted Remix)

The bruises on my skin
Are all from falling off the swing
My daddy likes to buy me ice cream
For my blackened eyes

Daddy loves me with his fist

I never want to go to school
Because they laugh at me
They point thier fingers
At my birth marks all over me

Daddy loves me with his fist

Mommy won't you stop your crying
Daddy always say's he sorry
Mommy tell me why your crying
Daddy say's that he's not leaving
Mommy cries when Daddy's drinking

XXX

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Centerfolds in magazines
Movie stars and video
See the nightly nudie show
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Porn line of triple X
Credit cards or check by phone
Five buck's a minute end's your call

Sexy girl's in leather check
High heels and black fish nets
Take a picture make it last
Pick your choice of photographs
Barbie dolls on your screen
We make the celebrities
Barbie dolls on your screen
How rushed are porno Queen's

Girl's on film
We buy and sell