PEOPLE LIKE YOU
G. Valazquez

People like you make me sick
So God damned perfect I grieve and rather not eat
Trapped in the foulness of my wretched little pen
Sick passes suicidal, wondering if there'll be no end (press on your eyes and pretend)

'cause all I ever get out of love
Are bumps from beating my head against the wall
Scars from carving designs on my arms
Terminal schizophrenia, wanting to rip off my prick
(people like you make me sick)
People like you make me sick

People like you shouldn't even be allowed in public places
It's worse than a riot the random violence of your presence
To top it all off you come up to me and talk of sweet things
YouÍre worse than degenerate, feeding off of other people's grief
(people like you make me sick)

Chorus

Hey listen I'm more than a fool, you don't even have to buy me presents
We don't have to kiss; you don't even have to mention filthy sweet things
I'll pay for your drugs; hey I'll even buy you a sex-date
But please keep me near you, 'cause people like you make me sick

CARDINAL NEWMAN
By E. Stapleton

SS treatment early in the morning
Religious instruction with Christian guilt
While they pray on bleeding knees
They'll suck your will until its dry

Cardinal is my savior
Sister Gabrielle's a horny bitch
Masturbation in hot showers
Masturbation is Christian relief

Will you punish me now and then
Make me do what you want
Force your beliefs down my throat
Make a killing once a week

(Chorus)

Groups of boys just stare and watch
Groups of girls rip and raw
Penetration filled with fear
Penetration a Christian relief

(Chorus)

Catholic school with prison bars
Catholic school with prison bars

MOMMY'S CHEST

G. Valazquez and M. Ochoa

I don't know what to do
I'm a failure I don't get up till two o'clock
Then I wander the streets
And I get depressed
So I run on home
To mommy's chest
My mommyÍs chest, my mommy's chest
I get all that I want from my mommy's chest
My mommy's chest is well stacked
With Librium and Valium and methanphetamine
I get the remedy because she understands
The way to fake a living from a total mess

Chorus

Manic-depressive parents Is all I got from God
So mommy and I we never know what to do
So mommy and I get stoned on Librium and glue
While mommy and I watch Bullwinkle Moose
My daddy brings home the booze

Chorus

My mommy's chest,
my mommy's chest
I got to get home
to her medicine chest

Melting Pot
By Gerardo Valazquez

Death to all political activists
Death to every cynical poet too
Death to all nonsensical faggots
Death to every man in a pinstriped suit

Don't tell me, tell me
You would just chuck all your pinstriped
In a closet, out the way
'Cause come on, come on, tell me, tell me
Would not freedom from woven pinstripes be s-similar either way
Oh dare I even tell you, tell you
There is not a single problem that
We could not solve this way
Just take whomever we have left into a cozy room and croon
Long live the human race,
Long live this human race

Death to all religious fanatics
Death to every horny masochistic mood
Death to all nonsexual fantasies
Death to every authoritative dupe

Don't tell me, tell
You would just chuck your insignia of authority off the way
'Cause come on, come on, tell me, tell me
Would not freedom from dupe authority be s-similar either way
Oh dare I even tell you, tell you
There is not a single problem that
We could not solve this way
Just take whomever we have left into a cozy room and croon
Long live the human race
Long live this human's race----

Don't tell me (tell me)
Tell me (tell me)
This is only a human fixation on Death (Death)
'Cause tell me (tell me)
Tell me Is there another bloody way
That we could reach that nifty plateau
Except to congregate and embrace each other
With brotherly clamors of—

Death to all political activists
Death to every cynical poet too
Death to all nonsensical faggots
Death to every man in a pinstriped suit

Just take whomever we have left into a cozy room and croon
Long live the human race
Long live this human stress
Long live this human's song
Long live this human word.