DISCOGRAPHY

Album



Ferociously Stoned
November 1990

Player



Lyrics



Momma married a big asshole, whiskey bottles on the floor
He just keeps on watchin’ T.V. stepchild tired of being poor
Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
I can’t chew my food my face is sore
Momma didn’t come home last evening
Neighbors say that she’s a whore
Some folks never want for nothin’
I’m a worn out hand me down
Stupid rich kid gets me angry
Lord I’m gonna cut him down
Now I’m grown up same old story
At 21 I fell in love
She left me just like the others
Jesus why’d you curse my love?
Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red (blood red)
I haul the burden for the high and mighty
But I’m the top hat Devil’s son
I got the luck of the drunk, try an’ nail me
I’m the bullseye — aim your gun
Yesterday they shook your hand boy
Now they’re gonna stab your back
I can hear their sickening laughter
Sneakin’ like a Siamese cat
Back stage in the club bathroom
A graven image on the wall
I’m about to get my vengeance
Lights go down in the hall
You gotta move fast to beat the devil
You arm is too short to box with God
Big shadow in the doorway
He’s not going to spare the rod (so get out)
Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red (blood red)

Why you talk about me
I never did you wrong
When you talk about me
It makes me take my receiver off of my phone
Now I’m an answerin’ machine
I always play my part (my part)
Now I’m an answerin’ machine
I threw away my heart
It’s up to you to find
The words that come from power lines
So I’m beaten up inside
And I’m not a pleasure ride
When you tell me baby
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what’s your problem?
Aren’t you man enough to admit you was wrong?
They tell me all this attention has effected him
Everybody is a victim in this place
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what’s your problem?
You get a hard skin sugar when you finally turn pro
You gotta be more like an executive
You love your answerin’ machines
Now you want me to confess
To a crime I never committed
Well I gotta confess to make my whole life
Easier in this city
Well your number is on my skin
You scratched it with your claw
Your clockwork is orange
Cuz humor is against the law
It’s up to you to find
The words that come from power lines
So I’m beaten up inside
And I’m not a pleasure ride
When you tell me baby

It’s a lie no blushes for baby
She told me that ain’t nice
You want a flower ‘cause pleasure equals power
Don’t you, Frauline?
I want someone to face it
To take me as I am
Don’t wanna lie and tell you
That I am a better man
Roses, candy, engagement rings
Why must we play these games?
Don’t trust me baby ‘cause my heart is a stone
Don’t cry your eyes out that just makes me cold
I am powered by instinct and I won’t be told
Don’t touch me sugar ‘cause I’ll take your gold
Love is nothin’ much to me
Don’t get your dander up
This one’s rotten to the core (now come on)
Midas in reverse I want to steal it — come on
Midas always seductin’ angel you will fall — for me
Midas in reverse I want to feel it — come on
Midas always seductin’ angel
Why must we play these games?
My fleshhammer is comin’ down on you
I’ll flunk you out of obedience school
An exterminating angel my love is a bitch
My love gun’s not a gentleman
Trigger finger’s itch Love is nothin’ much to me
Don’t get your dander up
This one’s rotten to the core (now come on)
Midas in reverse I want to steal it — come on
Midas always seductin’ angel you will fall — for me
Midas in reverse I want to feel it — come on
Midas always seductin’ angel — you will fall.

The death mask of Judas
Is hanging on her wall
She’s going to let everyone down
She’s with her friends in the lifeboat
But she is the mutineer
She’s got an urge to die
(But her friends sing tra-la-la)
She keep up her smiling
But sometimes she wonders why
And what they’ll all say
When she’s not around
She takes her time with her lipstick
And makes her body shine
In sleep she’s beautiful and flying
She’s like a zoo animal who’s frustrated by her cage
I need, I need to be outside
Real life could never measure up to my imagination
This beauty feels like ugliness
I’m still a little girl but they treat me like a grown up
Real life could never measure up to my imagination
This beauty feels like ugliness
I’m still a little girl …

No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand
Think your drinkin’ wine dad it’s blood of the lamb
That’s no way to treat your son now is it Abraham
After he busted his ass for you
You’ve never known hunger, never took a risk
Though you know you should, you know you’d never
Raise a fist
If the boss asked you to jump you know
You’d find the nearest cliff
That man talks down to you
And you talk down to me too now
Master and Slave in equal parts
Split down the middle drinkin’ doubles at the bar
Master and Slave God bless you both
I got two for the price of one
(Such a deal for your only son)
When will this tension be all over
For fallen sons and fathers too
I’m down to my last dime
No faith in mankind
C’mon let’s swing into the groove…
Like Jack Horner backed up in a corner
But I never saw a slice of no pie
Too busy standin’ in line
Just waitin’ for bread
But the father he walks the water
He ain’t never tossed a nickel to his son
Ain’t I your prodigal boy?
Ain’t I your pride and joy?
Friends and Romans I’m your brother
I’m scratchin’ to hang on
The pursuit of happiness is just a carpetbaggers con
When a can of pork and beans could change my attitude
You won’t give it up but I coulda been you
While the masters and slaves scratch
For pieces of the dream
For purple mountain majesties
Whatever the hell that means
They give up on each other
And that’s the way they get ahead
But I can still see the stars
Through these red, white, and blue prison bars
Master and Slave in equal parts
Split down the middle drinkin’ doubles at the bar
Master and Slave God bless you both
I got two for the price of one
(Such a deal for your only son)

I thought I was bad thought I’ze a kickn’ stud
I thought I had a knock ’n’ stroll
I caught a momma glidin’ through the alley
A big pink pussycat she said “Meow”
She said her name was Tammy
And her sugar hills worked the cure
I came to her in jammies
And I left so-phista-mature
Dirty Mutha Fuzz
Well the next day I hung over
My head still hurt like hell
I begged to her have mercy
But she pounded on me just like a nail
She unwrapped all my chocolates
I opened up all her cans
She spread herself out like a banquet and said
“I’m gonna punish you my man”
Dirty Mutha Fuzz
I got my fine sexy sheba here
She only smokes the peckerilla
It’s like we’re chillin’ down in Graceland
She’s Elvis — I’m Priscilla
Dirty, yeah she loves you Dirty Mutha Fuzz
She’s built like a candy store and Lord I ate too much
Dirty, she’s got the velvety hand cuffs
I tell ya fellas I got whip marks on my butt
Dirty, yea my tickle turned into a scream
I tasted the cool whip and produced her my whip cream
Little Orphan Annie’s got on red stiletto heels
She said, “You love it, you love it,
Just gaze up at me as you …kneel.”

When she went for the whip fellas
A chill went down my spine
Such an innocent face
With such an evil mind
I pushed the buttons on her blaster
John Coltrane began to bop
I started workin’ on a solid rhythm
With horns over the top
All at once she whispered
“A little fertilizer will make it grow”
Her blubber cups bucked a blizzard
And I covered her with snow
Dirty Mutha Fuzz
Dirty, yeah she loves you Dirty Mutha Fuzz
She’s built like a candy store and Lord I ate too much
Dirty, she’s got the velvety hand cuffs
I tell ya fellas I got whip marks on my butt
Dirty, yea my tickle turned into a scream
I tasted the cool whip and produced her my whip cream
Little Orphan Annie’s got on red stiletto heels
She said, “You love it, you love it
You’re not above it — you’re dirty.”

I learned the lessons of survival of a rival
When I’ze ten years old
I was so bony that I had to get the lead out
He made a muscle and I realized “You’re Doomed”
It’s a piss poor pair of legs that let’s its ass get kicked
You better move
You better find out something better to do
People dig the peace sign
With the one finger
But it’s not the one that
You use to pull the trigger
I don’t think you’re funny
Kissin’ ass for money
Ten pins up your colon and my bowlin’ ball is rollin’
I almost chilled in my jammies when he said
“Your hair is red white and blue”
Reached in my pocket and I offered up a peace pipe
This man would not oblige and not listen to reason
Feet don’t fail me now because it’s freak hunting season
You better move
You better find out something better to do
Like Michael Jackson say you gotta beat it
Homeboys big yeah give him the slip
That big dummies just not worth a shit
High step stepchild this ain’t heaven
I’m small and poor but I refuse to lose
I’m one of 13 kids my hair is red white and blue
I been runnin’ all my life I sharpened my wit
Now it cuts like a knife
You better move
You better find out something better to do
Stop crying in yo’ coffee fool
You got sneakers baby make ‘em move
You got soul and you’re super bad
They’re all alike and they’re sappy and sad
Don’t let ‘em cross you up
Don’t let ‘em put you in jail
You’re not a garbage dump
You’re not a garbage pail
You got a right to feel alone

Don’t like your tone you sound confused
Because your ma said I was born too loose
I smoke my menthols and sport my rings
She don’t like me running with my posse the Suicide Kings
Freaky toy girl don’t you crack you whip on me
I’ll take you from your home
And give you what you want in a man
I got skin smooth as chrome
I’ll get you stickier than strawberry jam
So don’t you cross me or get sly
I’m an American insensitive guy
And I don’t give a rat’s ass
About polite society or questions of class
Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young
This is what I want to do
I’m destiny’s child ride free or die
With suicide superstar cool
The wind is cold the times are hard
You’ve got to live before you’re chucked in the sod
It’s all a hustle out on the street
Black leather gimme tougher skin
So that I can compete
Ain’t nobody gonna crack that whip

Listen to me baby, I’m tired of talkin’ to myself
You’ve got a pair of jungle drums on you
Oh and what a nasty mix 42-24-36
When you drop dem bombshells the blood goes
Right out of my brain
Now’s the time to work the hump
Let’s make them bubbles bump
Let’s dump the sump pump
Hey girl I’m talkin’ to you
2 is the number of the voodoo that you do
My kinky twinkie is black and blue
Your Pointer Sisters are just too good to be true
She’s got the hump
Ain’t talkin’ bout your rump
Dat vicious double bump
Your busy front is pumpin’ up my bass
Got the hump
Clock dem mothers jump
De bump dat really thump
Your busy front is jammin’ in my face
Turn those mutha’s out
Holy Toledo, twin torpedos, my cub scout
Pitched a tent in my speedo’s
I squirt dessert and flirt with skirt
And rub my genie in the lamp until my fingers hurt
Cross your heart you’re goin’ strapless?
That’s a pretty pearl necklace
Drop your record on my needle
Stick my head between your speakers
You remind me of my mommy
That’s an awfully large pastrami
Can you use a melon baller?
I’m a 1-900 caller
Flovilla
I’m your virile garbageman
She’s got the hump
Ain’t talkin’ bout your rump
Dat viscious double bump
Your busy front is pumpin’ up my bass
Got the hump
Clock dem mothers jump
Da bump dat really thump
Your busy front is jammin’ in my face
Turn those mutha’s out

Hold dee door for ol’ high dee ho
Step to da rhythm on da ballroom floor
Tip down your glasses and give ‘em a wink
To all the flappers and the mob and Hollywood rat finks
Strut your stuff get loaded and jive
Tip tap your toes and do the Fred Astaire slide
Savor the flavor all the kittens purr
“Just shake shake shake shake shake your little lovemaker”
Shake Shake Shake
Shake Your Lovemaker
Da blond bombshell destroyin’ men
Her blue eyes are smokey like an opium den
First she giggles and blows you a kiss
Then she’ll whisper sweet nothings like a serpents hiss
Broadway rhythm top hat and cane
Poppin’ eyes and flashin’ feet
Forget the 9 to 5 swastika
Just shake shake shake shake shake your little lovemaker
Shake Shake Shake
Shake Your Lovemaker.

8 ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan
You can’t trust him ‘cause he’s never alone
Then he’ll start talkin’ chicken shit
And grab your fuzzy dice
That’s when my hounds begin to howl
That’s when my dog begins to growl
Don’t be shy, take off your towel
And get to slammin’
Dr. Bones Dr. Bones Dr. Bones
I loves you Dr. Bones
Shake shake shake, shake and rattle
Rattle them Dr. Bones
Come on and shake shake shake and rattle
Rattle them Dr. Bones

Tentacles are groping
We crawled out of the sea
Jelly stained reptile brained
Formless and squishy
And still we have these minds
And that fishy kinda flux
All unglued, loose and ballooned
Slippery as a slug
Like an octopussy swimmin’
In a bath of lemonade
Licorice gas our hearts our ass
Breeding life
You don’t understand your minds’ music
Lacks a funky bass
No balls, four walls
I got solar system space
I got Diabolic Tastemaker
Got my source of creation
Angle eyes to skyward
There’s a mustache comin’ down
Tongue is red givin’ head
Lickin’ up the moon
A self portrait in vomit
I spit it in the rug
Look inside, there you’ll find
I’m of noble blood
Creative acts in liquid
Smearin’ doo doo on the walls
I got spanked when I yanked Niagra Falls
Goddesses of beauty, I worship your booty
I crashed her gash
I suffered in her succotash
I got Diabolic Tastemaker
Got my source of creation

I’m a gutter war piranha
And I’m gonna get tight
We’re so primitive
We just got to give civil a fright ya’ll
I’m a skinny little fucker
But I’ll eat you alive
Subterranean homosapien
Takin’ a bite ya’ll
I’m up from the gutter
I’m up from the gutter
Get yourself up up up from the gutter
I wanna suck blood from a big ass vein
In the W.A.S.P. penitentiary
I’m criminally insane
I wanna upchuck money
On the funhouse floor
All the 50 stars
And the red and white bars
Ain’t fit for a whore ya’ll
I’m up from the gutter
I’m up from the gutter
Get yourself up up up from the gutter

Baby gotta quit your cryin’
About your lyin’ to your old man
Because I know, you know and he knows
I’m your Cherry Poppin’ Daddy man
I wanna give ya little taste of heaven
And he only wants to hold your hand
Because I know, you know and he knows
I’m your Cherry Poppin’ Daddy man
Good God, Cherry Poppin’ Daddy man
Yeah, lipstick is all on my collar
The fruit baby is on my vine
Well girl I’m gonna make a momma
Hoot and holler…out my name
You gotta quit all your complainin’
And baby tellin’ me that I don’t know
Because I know, you know and he knows
That life is just a honky tonk show
Can’t you hear them
Big city horns blowin’
Clear across the town
Let’s take a cake walk over to Gabriel
And blow your Cherry Poppin’ Daddy
down
Oh yeah, Cherry Poppin’ Daddy down
Yeah, lipstick is all on my collar
The fruit baby is on my vine
Well girl, I’m gonna make a momma
Hoot and holler…out my name