Side A

1. DOPE HAT

"Manson family, your friends
The Manson family, was a music group
The music group I had was called the Family Jams
and all the girls sang in the music group
and all the guys played in the music group
It had nothing to do with the cult
It was a music group"

The great Hoo Doo, oh-ho, will perform a feat of prestidigitation!

I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
The children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in, yeah yeah
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
It's no surprise
It's no surprise

Prepare to meet, oh-ho, your doom!
Help!

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me

My bag is in the hat
It's filled with this and that
My visions getting fat
The rabbits just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than
The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes
The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes
It's no surprise

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanary will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me

Gloom, Who put the god damn hat on the bed?


2. STRANGE SAME DOGMA

Burn you fucker!

This is unreal

Burn burn burn
Burn the witches
Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Burn the witches
Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Hand shake ring sign
Snake eye bite mine
Hand shake ring sign
Snake eye bite mine
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate

Burn burn burn burn
Burn your bridges
Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges
Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Levi crowley golden dawn
Strange same dogma on and on
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate
We don't viscerate
Your mind masturbates
Burn you fucker

Burn burn burn burn
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Burn and burn and burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn burn Burn burn Burn burn Burn you fucker
Burn the witches
Burn Burn the witches
Burn burn Burn the witches
Burn
No age no pain no gray hair
Strange same dogma I don't care
I don't need your hate
Burn burn
I decide my fate
Burn you fucker

We don't viscerate
Burn burn Your mind masturbates
Burn burn I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
Burn you fucker
Burn you fucker
This is unreal

Burn the witches burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn burn Burn the witches
Burn burn Burn burn.


3. LET YOUR EGO DIE

The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her, side
...you fucking die...

She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets

Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die

Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Die, die, die, die

And I say you fucking die.


Side B

1. THINGMAKER

Cross my heart and hope you die , stick my finger in your eye...
Cross my heart and hope you die , stick my finger in your eye...

You want to look like me
You want to act like me
You've got no sense of your own identity
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we
That's not what I want to be so
Fuck you

Imitation's not a flattery
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
I said now fuck you

I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you

You suck my energy
My personality
You steal steal steal from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
Fuck you

I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time I've made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me bitch
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel
Fuck you

If you want to worship me
Then just worship me
Don't even try to be...
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
Fuck you
Fuck you!

Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
Your a pitiful thief
You're a fucking thief
I said now fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know you

I don't want to know you.


2. WHITE KNUCKLES

Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground began to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles

Her leg my hand a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet, body like sand
Her place distaste we fell from grace
Red smears across our face

Fistfuls of you

Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles.


3. LUCI IN THE SKY WITH DEMONS

You're sick, and you're gonna stay sick
I'll spread me open
Stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches
You try to die
I know your poison
In our space we'll, lie
God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody

To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal

Worships worships worships satan
It's just so that they can do anything...
...a religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick

Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

He made a big fat bargain with the devil

Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell
The devil is just an excuse...
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.