| I am The Angel of the Asylum, Mistress of Death, Maiden of Chaos, And the Princess of Darkness... Do NOT hate me, do NOT fear me, All i ask is that you Love Me... Enter your Message ---songs that for one reason or another describe me and or my life--- "Shores Of California" He's been trying with limited success To get this girl to let him get into her dress But every time he thinks he's getting close She threatens death before he gets a chance And that's the way it is in Minnesota And that's the way it is in Oklahoma That's the way it's been since protozoa First climbed onto the shores of California And she's been trying with limited success To get him to turn out the lights and dance Cause like any girl all she really wants That fickle little bitch romance That fickle little bitch romance And that is why a girl is called a tease And that is why a guy is called a sleaze And that's why god made escort agencies One life to live and mace and GHB And that's the way it is in Minnesota And that's the way it is in Oklahoma That's the way since the animals and noah First climbed onto the shores of California Must not be too kind Stop thinking love is blind Clench your fists yeah write "she's just not my type..." Why all these conflicting specifications Maybe to prevent overpopulation All I know is that all around the nation The girls are crying and the boys are masturbating And that's the way it is in Minnesota And that's the way it is in Oklahoma That's the way Aristophanes and homer Wrote the Iliad and Lysistrata (not in that order...) And that's the way it is in Minnesota And that's the way it is in Oklahoma That's the way it's been since protozoa First climbed onto the shores of California "Bad Habit" Biting keeps your words at bay Tending to the sores that stay Happiness is just a gash away When i open a familiar scar Pain goes shooting like a star Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far... And you might say it's self-indulgent You might say its self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be healthy & pens and penknives take the blame Crane my neck & scratch my name But the ugly marks Are worth the momentary gain... When i jab a sharpened object in Choirs of angels seem to sing Hymns of hate in memorandum And you might say it's self-indulgent And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, it's more productive Than if i were to be happy And sappy songs about sex and cheating Bland accounts of two lovers meeting Make me want to give mankind a beating And you might say it's self-destructive But, you see, i'd kick the bucket Sixty times before i'd kick the habit And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought That even if i quit There's not a chance in hell i'd stop And anyone can see the signs Mittens in the summertime Thank you for your pity, you are too kind And you might say its self-inflicted But you see that's contradictive Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction? And pain opinions are sitcom feeding They dont know that their minds are teething Makes me want to give mankind a beating I'm tried bandages and sinking I've tried gloves and even thinking I've tried vaseline I've tried everything And no-one cares if your back is bleeding They're concerned with their hair receding Looking back it was all maltreating Every thought that occurred misleading Makes me want to give myself a beating.... "Girl Anachronism" 1, 2 1, 2, 3, 4 You can tell From the scars on my arms And the cracks on my hips [one version] And the stains on my skirt [another version] And the dents in my car And the blisters on my lips [one version] And the veins about to burst [another version] That I'm not the carefullest of girls You can tell From the glass on the floor And the strings that're breaking And I keep on breaking more And it looks like I am shaking But it's just the temperature And then again If it were any colder I could disengage If I were any older I could act my age But I don't think that you'd believe me It's Not The Way I'm Meant To Be It's just the way the operation made me And you can tell From the state of my room That they let me out too soon And the pills that I ate Came a couple years too late And I've got some issues to work through There I go again Pretending to be you Make-believing That I have a soul beneath the surface Trying to convince you It was accidentally on purpose I am not so serious This passion is a plagiarism I might join your century But only on a rare occasion I was taken out Before the labor pains set in and now Behold the world's worst accident I am the girl anachronism And you can tell By the red in my eyes And the bruises on my thighs And the knots in my hair And the bathtub full of flies That I'm not right now at all There I go again Pretending that I'll fall Don't call the doctors Cause they've seen it all before They'll say just Let Her Crash And Burn She'll learn The attention just encourages her And you can tell From the full-body cast That you're sorry that you asked Though you did everything you could (like any decent person would) But I might be catching so don't touch You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff Don't get me wet Because the bandages will all come off And you can tell From the smoke at the stake That the current state is critical Well it is the little things, for instance... In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses... Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her... I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest I was too precarious removed as a caesarian Behold the worlds worst accident I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM [x5] I'm the girl... [x3] I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM "Mrs. O" Oh mrs. o Will you tell us where the naughty children go Will you show How the sky turned white and everybody froze Heaven knows how they got into the fireplace But everybody's saying grace And trying to keep a happy face And oh mrs. o Can you teach us how to keep from getting cold Out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow What a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards And fifty foot extension cords You really have a way with words The truth can't save you now The sky is falling down Watch the vultures count the hours April trains may bring strange showers And oh mrs. o Will you tell about the time they made you go All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes We all know There's no hell and no hiroshima Chernobyl was a cover up The world is really all in love Oh mrs o Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown Up and old Will you kill me if i say i told you so We all know Ther'es no hitler and no holocaust No winter and no santa clause And yes virginia all because The truth cant save you now The sky is falling down Eveything they ever told us Shakes our faith and breaks their promise But you can stop the truth from leaking If you never stop believing...... "Coin-Operated Boy" Coin operated boy Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy But I turn him on and he comes to life Automatic joy That is why I want a coin operated boy Made of plastic and elastic He is rugged and long-lasting Who could ever ever ask for more Love without complications galore Many shapes and weights to choose from I will never leave my bedroom I will never cry at night again Wrap my arms around him and pretend.... Coin operated boy All the other real ones that I destroy Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I'll Never let him go and I'll never be alone [x2] Not with my coin operated boy...... This bridge was written to make you feel smittener With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy I didn't think so but I'm still convincible Will you persist even after I bet you A billion dollars that I'll never love you Will you persist even after I kiss you Goodbye for the last time Will you keep on trying to prove it? I'm dying to lose it... I'm losing... my confidence I want it I want you I want a coin operated boy. And if I had a star to wish on For my life I cant imagine Any flesh and blood could be his match I can even take him in the bath Coin operated boy He may not be real experienced with girls But I know he feels like a boy should feel Isn't that the point that is why I want a Coin operated boy With his pretty coin operated voice Saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me Straight and to the point That is why I want A coin operated boy. |
