Lyrics..... for the benefit of Buzznet

Since Buzznet, unlike MyWhore, doesn't allocate a link for lyrics in its playlists..... I thought I'd consolidate lyrics to the songs already installed here in this post........

Mother Superior

She's a bonafide superdrag
My sweet libertine
She says, "whatever you think,
it means nothing to me."
She said "no, no, no, no"

I'd rather be the Queen Bitch than a broken heart
You've been using me, you think I didn't know from the start?
If you love them, they will leave you
This is easy to see
No, nice boys never turn out to be

Time to make way for the homosuperior
Time to make way for your Mother Superior

She said "show me your gun, man,
and I'll show you greed-
No he never did a thing but take everything from me"

Ya take an eye for an eye and your third eye's blind
The cruel and the dumb are ruling over all mankind
But they're all fucking peasants as far as I can see

Time to make way for the homosuperior
Time to make way for your Mother Superior

Hey bitch, you're not on the list
What makes you think you're any better than this?

Freak Revolution

Killer, fag, pimp, punk-rocker
Junkie, slut, gimp, motherfucker
They'll put your face down for the world to see
Their mad dog is old hat
Give 'em the new disease

Don't be a painted bird bled to be scenery
In the same old scene we've all grown used to see'n
What they've got to give still remains to be seen
But I'm a whore, I'm a god, I'm a beauty queen

We're gonna start a revolution
We're gonna take down this institution

A look-alike charade passing as pageantry
They' all slack-jawed like it's 1953
They'd fuckin' die if they knew what it means to be
An archetype of originality

Reject the cue from the bland regime
Make your own rule
Kill mediocrity

If they want to point and stare,
give them something to see
Raise your right fist
Repeat it after me

We're gonna start a revolution
We're gonna take down this institution

I'm not gonna be the bitch that you want me to be
Ya wanna take it to the mat, you'll be the first to bleed

We're gonna start a revolution
We're gonna take down this institution
We're gonna start a revolution
We're gonna get down with the devolution

Now you will succumb to what you're meant to be
Come on, admit it- don't you wish you were a freak like me?

Zero My Hero

Ya got a high-class taste
And you're real innocent (oh, yeah)
And they all know the song
And they know where they fit in, oh oh

Ya got a high-class taste
And you're real innocent (oh, yeah)
And they all know your song
They never really belonged, no no

And it's alright, they sung
Yeah it's alright, they sung

"Give me money, sex, give me fame, gimme power"
Let me hear you sing it

All our heroes, they be zeroes
Our heroes are all zeroes
All our heroes, they be zeroes
All our heroes, they be zeroes

I have become the new distortion of humanity
A walking illusion with human anatomy
They never knew a thing they didn't learn from tv
When I took the poison pill, I hoped it would kill me

But it's alright, they sung
Yeah it's alright, they sung

They said, "gimme money, sex, gimme fame, gimme power"

All our heroes are zeroes
All our heroes, they be zeroes
All our heroes, they be zeroes
All our heroes, they be zeroes

"All I wanna do is eat sleep shit shop fuck and die"
And they didn't have the sense to disbelieve their own lies

"All I wanna do is eat, sleep and fuck and love,
And I wanna be a Hilton when I grow up"

Exit Wounds

Today the sky's gone dark, we sold our souls
And used the cash to buy what we've been sold
Have you seen the latest thing on television?
Buy some bling
Light it up
Live in fear
I must be trippin'

Censor the love, they said
Send out a press release for violence
Turn a blind eye, signal complicity with silence
Hey man, it's all the same fucking day to me
'cause in the end your world will destroy me

Everywhere I look, there I see dead
And rich men sow exit wounds for flower beds
We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness
Pretend we're numb and wait for what comes next

Treat every other human being like your whore
I've cut my hands so bad, can't hold nothin' no more
And I will always be at aggravated odds
With all of your false prophets and your clay gods

Create the fear, control the culture, name your price
The holy dollar calls for a human sacrifice
And still I can't believe the things I've seen
Devise a plot to kill the man who would be king

Everywhere I look, there I see dead
And rich men sow exit wounds for flower beds
We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness
Pretend we're dumb and wait for what comes next
Everywhere I look, there I see dead
And rich men sow our track marks for flower beds
We drink and drug ourselves to painlessness
Pretend we're blind, we're waiting for the end

Drioux's Journals

Lyrics..... for the benefit of Buzznet