In this nightclub, with the rest of the crud - I get my sick on Easy to tell, it’s your personal hell - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on Slutting up the best, still a man in a dress - I get my sick on Inspiring me with hate, 'cause you’re using backing tapes - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on I say oh, and if you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed Pulling cunning stunts like a sick little runt - I get my sick on Think you can’t be beat, till you’re raped real sweet - I get my sick on - yeah Dropping ecstasy, wind up in an A&E - I get my sick on Pretending you’re insane, I wanna ’cause you real pain - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on I say oh, and if you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high And we’re feeling so fine We’re sipping red wine And we’re feeling so fine We're slipping like swine And we’re feeling so fine We’re sipping red wine And we’re feeling so fine Tonight… Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x4 Nazi diaperfurs and a Serious Cat - I get my sick on Think it’s yours? It’ll soon be mine - oh, a sick on, I get my sick on Furry turning tricks, suck a horse till he’s sick - I get my sick on Snorting coke like you’re rich, fail to screw some bitch - oh, such a sick on, oh, such a sick on I say oh, and if you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high And we’re feeling so fine We’re sipping red wine And we’re feeling so fine We're slipping like swine And we’re feeling so fine We’re sipping red wine And we’re feeling so fine Tonight… Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x8

Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4 Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot In a purple nursery with an adult size cot In the club I see you turning and I want what you got x2 Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4 Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-abba-zabba-zoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-wippa-wap-woo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-abba-zabba-zoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-wippa-wap-woo In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot In a purple nursery with an adult size cot In the club I see you turning and I want what you got In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot In a purple nursery with an adult size cot In the mirror gazing sweetly as I want what is not Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-dippa-dap-doo x4 Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-slippa-slap-snoo Snicker-snack-a-wama-lama-zippa-zap-zoo In a dash-dash-comma-comma-zap-a-dat-dot In a dungeon with Madonna and we're feeling so hot In a purple nursery with an adult size cot In the club I see you turning and I want what you got x2 Snicker-snacker-mothersucker-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Snicker-snack-lasagna sucker-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo x4

On planet Rip-Off, with a Mary Sue And with her sister Fanfic, that'll make us two With a magenta pervert and a tube of glue Intersexing intent, aquarium blue Entertaining mutants, reclining on a rack We're shooting lunar junk, we're smoking lunar crack An embalming ego to oppose all fact At a swingers' party where we'll do it bareback Ecce tranny Flutter fanny Creamy flanny Snagpad Sani Now, entering orbit, let's go and score And then we'll shoot ourselves until we're bruised and sore A-road map of our veins and then go back for more A sugar breasted lover, a sexy purple whore Now on a sweating saddle, where I sweetly sit While she sinks her teeth into a purple bit And uttering moans of pleasure, even if I split My purple stallion slut, my blood magenta bitch Ecce tranny Flutter fanny Creamy flanny Snagpad Sani Ecce tranny Flutter fanny Creamy flanny Snagpad Sani Lick Louanna Slick Suzanna Sweet Silvana Iguana

Wake - upon the desert set, I take a look around Shoot - ing galleries in sight, I watch 'em burning down Lie - sunbathing, dripping semen in the burning sun Smile - absorbing human hatred as my sunblock runs Crawl - my way across the wasteland, over rocks and shoots Gaze - upon the stigma trees, low-hanging stigma fruit Sense - the others' pity-fishing, tossing me a bone Sneer - the mask I hide behind myself and grind alone... Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong Failure ends in freedom, yeah, it's kinda cute So why should I expect you all to kiss my boots? See - the bright mirage of needles bearing hot shot hits Call - an ambulance while I indulge a screaming fit Sex - a dirty cartoon loop a-playing in my head Shame - a higher torture formed to wish that I was dead Hell - it's just a state of mind but not too far away Twist - your heart around these words and what I want to say Squirm - at images of kinks, a-make me blow my load Purge - the pain that dwells inside or I might just explode... Cause in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong And with a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong Failure ends in freedom, yeah, it's kinda cute But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots? And in this twisted flesh, the mind it don't belong With a crop of copies telling me I'm wrong Freedom ends in failure, yeah, it's kinda cute But why should I expect you all to kiss my boots?

V1 Crazy cock-a-doodle is for other men I gotta pretty face and pretty itsy-bitsy hands I gotta mind that's never what it seems A -dreaming wet and kinky slipping dreams Twisting elements of what I am Like some supermarket rape packed in a shiny can No easy clue to who or what or when In consequence I'm treated like some kind of alien Chorus But though, yeah, I know that it's k-k-kinda kitsch To intrude on you with my tw-tw-twisted snitch I'll maybe successfully k-k-kiss your itch Or else, guess that I'm just a sn-sn-snobby bitch V2 Crazy cock-a-doodle is for other girls See glitter through their fishnets and a string of pearls Telling me what lies so deep within A -telling me I don't belong inside this earthly skin See pretty sissies that I wanna use Oh, what the hell, I might as well, 'cause I got nothing to lose Sneering bodies, no, they're not for me In a life inside this alien society Chorus V3 Nose candy that I got a craving to toot Vein candy that I'm crazy craving to shoot An appetite I feel a need to sate With lipstick lesbians or else some bi-curious bait But if I melt their hearts and get 'em home I'm then intruded rudely on by enemy chromosomes These candy kisses feel so alien to me A-living on the edge of society Chorus A two-souled split's what it's all about Or maybe we'll just stick a chain through her snout A two-souled split's what it's all about Or maybe we'll just stick a chain through her snout V4 Alien bodies under alien laws Law-whining at me till my brain is busted, bruised and sore A prison all around, I must break free Escape from all I feel infesting inside of me 'Cause crazy cock-a-doodle is for other men I gotta pretty face and pretty itsy-bitsy hands I gotta soul that ain't quite what it seems A-dreaming alien dreams within this society Chorus But though, yeah, I know that it's k-k-kinda kitsch To intrude on you with my tw-tw-twisted snitch I'll maybe successfully k-k-kiss your itch Performed by a self-declared sn-sn-snobby bitch

Fake my make-up, exterminate, kill the stars, kill the stars Fake my hate up, re-Kelvinate, kill the stars, kill the stars Cake my fate up, and masturbate, kill the stars, kill the stars Shake my snake up, and decimate, kill the stars, kill the stars Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin someone Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, you'll see, no-one loves meeeee... Shake my mace up, and extricate, kill the stars, kill the stars Make my fake up, and replicate, kill the stars, kill the stars Jail my bait up, inseminate, kill the stars, kill the stars Set my date up, and penetrate, kill the stars, kill the stars Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin my arms Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, watch me, walk into the sea... Fake my make-up, exterminate, kill the stars, kill the stars Fake my hate up, re-Kelvinate, kill the stars, kill the stars Cake my fate up, and masturbate, kill the stars, kill the stars Shake my snake up, and decimate, kill the stars, kill the stars Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun and ruin someone Gonna get a gun, gonna get a gun, you'll see, no-one loves meeeee...

Sex, sub, the pussy club In a neon shrub I'm choking from a faggot fug Got my sisters, feel like blisters, just like living on a moonscape to me Sex, sub, the pussy club And around a mound of pseudo-bitches drinking blood It's such a diaper degradation and aesthetic peppermint poverty If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for If you don't mind being girly pudding permabore If you don't mind sucking sausage of an admire-raw It's such a booby bouncing meat bitch to be... Sex, sub, the pussy club Where I know I'll get no kicks, man, from a hissy hub In a phoney female ghetto, where the truth of mind's a sweet mystery Sex, sub, the pussy club It's enough to drive an honest pervert straight to drugs Jacking in a retro expo while I'm tearing up too badly too see If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for If you don't mind violation till you're seeping sore If you don't mind pseudo-tits a-thrusting through the floor Oh, 'cause tonight my hatred flows tenderly... If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for If you don't mind being girly pudding permabore If you don't mind sucking sausage of an admire-raw It's such a booby bouncing meat bitch to be... If you don't know who you are or what you're looking for If you don't mind violation till you're seeping sore If you don't mind pseudo-tits a-thrusting through the floor Oh, 'cause my hatred, it flows so sweet...

Through a scanner brightly, it's the stray alley cat Garde-avant-tu, I don't want to, I won't do it like that Smiling crowds of people look just like a trophy shrieking screaming to me Feel no love for all phenomena that I like I flash a flood, a-passing blood or making love to a spike Seems the glittering shadow self reveals itself a little too easily And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Now aching in the abbattoir, the smell of burnt fat I see the cosplay artists prancing and the sweet dramacrats Gazing with a jealous wonder at their ease apparent simply to be From a sissy to a woman to a slut to a dyke The cracking glass, the fractured bones of a multiple psyche Send a telegram from Earth to outer space that says "I do not feel free" And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun See the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run Oh, from a purple putty tat, give me my twenty buns I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun

V1 Pussy power calling from a sissy strutting straight In my rage to make these dreams, I know it's not too late I wanna hit, a fit, some fetish kicks, obscure my fate Just like they say - a hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey... 'Cause on an ice-cold night, the moon so bright, I'm feeling so fine Walking out the door, I'm going out to get what's mine Ripping off the world, I'll jack it off for all I see And conceive - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eive... Standing by the traffic lights, I see a girl I like Gotta purple jumpsuit, bloody spanner, looking for a light Twisting tail and optical gear, think I got that right So sweet - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eet... Sick potential kicks, I know it's not complex When a pretty, pretty pussyslut is dripping sex So much I feel no mortal terror of a furry hex I say yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay... Chorus Oh - and if I dive for pearls, in getting stuck I keep upending like a dabbling duck A-tipping velvet, then with any luck A Gadget Hackwrench Suck! V2 Glitter lips and semen, feel it swirling through my brain Red lips, tender voices gently whisper, "turn again", This pseudo-real ideal, I know it's not the same Ain't the same - a-ay-ay-ay-ay-ame... Let's share a shake together, do it one on one, And I could dress as a mechanic while you dress up as a nun Have a threesome with an evil double, might be fun Please come! A-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ome... Now, dance on Rangerphile, I tell you it's alright 'Cause the smell of oily fur is truly outta sight And if you wanna, suck my acorn, fake a beam of white light I say yay - a-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay... Oh, play that crazy cliche, man, and play it loud And with a little sex perversion make me feel so proud I'll smash it fast and shoot a line, then float off naked on a cloud And sweetly dream - a-ee-ee-ee-ee-eam... Chorus Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah x4 Repeat V1 Chorus x2 Oh, a Gadget Hackwrench Suck With any luck A Gadget Hackwrench Suck I'm gonna chuck Oh, a Gadget Hackwrench Suck With any luck Say aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh...