Mr. Bungle - Mr. Bungle lyrics
Tracks 01. Quote Unquote
02. Slowly Growing Deaf 03. Squeeze Me Macaroni 04. Carousel 05. Egg 06. Stubb (A Dub) 07. My Ass Is On Fire 08. The Girls Of Porn 09. Love Is A Fist 10. Dead Goon 01. Quote Unquote Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste is some foul air to breathe One thought, it lasts a day And at that rate - he'll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!! He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the world His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows He's got an itch, but nothing with which To scratch the itch - so wish it away With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta Smell. Sweat. Movement. Everyone's dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing. 02. Slowly Growing Deaf Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
As the congregation grows
The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled to the inner voice, difference is... He had no choice We can't seem to find the air To get our message through your heads Poor respiration is sure To keep clear communication obscure As if I should care As if you are listening out there The louder you speak the more I can hear The less I can understand Pound on it, pound it in To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Paint my lungs so silently The darkest color of your noise A crowd will contradict its own audibility Can't hear the diaglogue for the voice No one is listening Yet ears are ringing Ears are ringing In the morning I will see What you were trying to say to me As I respond into the sink Need not again hear myself think Ears are ringing Wax within my ears has grown Just like the snot inside my nose My interpretation of distorted conversation I will kill for isolation Sacrifice the energy To enjoy the breath of silence When the blood comes naturally I have chosen to plug my nose Before the threshold of pain has grown Mole out from society Survive off my soliloquy Removed I can speak as he has Bleeding from nose, throat & ears. 03. Squeeze Me Macaroni Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper Clutter up her butter gutter Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an egg roll around my wong While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches And I'll tell you, Baby Ruth, it looks mighty delicious Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby I was givin' head to some French bread It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed French kissin' French fries in my Froot of the Looms I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass I stick my wiener in two buns and and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans I'm gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze, From the skeez disease, wooi. Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back Bananarama or ramabanana Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana. Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born Cookin' like a beginner but I'm goin' up in her I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner Chef Boyardee and the Three Musketeers Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers "Holy moly, Guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough...Tall man We came to pottie 04. Carousel Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
A carnival for the human race
Cotton candy, happy face A child talking with his mouth full Girlfriend gets stuffed animal A festive mood is all around Another world is what we've found Step right up, let's make a deal Ride the Ferris wheel You know there's something lurking underneath the shape With a mask over his head and make up on his face Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee Take a look in the mirror and see the clown in yourself If you want to know what's behind the show You ride my carousel and enter life's jail cell Love and blood begin to meld, you've lost the self that you once held Merry go round your head - awake, asleep, alive or dead. The clown that painted a smile on you Is now the one unmasking you Animated scenes unwind Dormant figures come to life Entangled in your own web A twisted tunnel overhead A glimpse of light, a drop of dew You slide into the swimming pool A roller coaster ride into the rivers of your mind The currents merge, your feelings surge, your life's a pantomime Beauty is the spiral going round & round the beast Without the vampire effect, the carnival is deceased Fun. Roly poly. Topsy turvy. Hang upside down. Fall to the ground. I think I'm going to be sick. 05. Egg Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated By the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Boiling hard in euphemism Slowly becoming part of the water Like a frog who never knows The jacuzzi's getting hotter How'd you know I was looking at you If you weren't looking at me? A stagnant pale perfume Conceived to block the pores The clotting glands encroach The endless comfort of a mom Deep inside my tanning salon Wishing life was poached The cracks finally appear Release cholesterol tears The flooded cyst drains itself of pus The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk So as she drives she'll close her eyes Feel it warming up inside Oh an egg comes out of a chicken Oh a chicken comes out of an egg There's no place like home 06. Stubb (A Dub) Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
Do you remember
We called you puppy? Now you're one of us We call you family Family Treading underfoot and stinking ass Hold the door aside and let her pass Glaucoma Reflections of a bloated lie A life stored in your cloudy eye Now it's time to say goodbye Stubb A Dub will never die Chase a tail that isn't there It's time to wipe your butt Sliding down butt hill Dahg Rastubfari - Do you know That you're a fucking dog? If you can hear me, then throw up Give me a sign And I'll throw a stick, bring it back Roll over & die You taught me a lesson - thanks mom Do you understand me Do you think about me when you're peeing? Do you really think you're gonna grow Into a human being? This dog has seen better days You're gonna die How does it feel, Stubb? Eat & sleep Fulfill your only role Let your problems seep Out of your hole Cataract Do you remember We called you family? Now, you're underground We call you memory Memory 07. My Ass Is On Fire Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
Impotence
Boomerang I'll stab you Clumps of hair In the sink Who's hiding Things from me? You knew all along - Goddammit But you wouldn't tell me Well, look at you now It's not funny, my ass is on fire Paraplegic, inhuman liar Carve a smile On your face Everything's great Suffocate It's beyond my control...I'm coming Boo Redundant. Boring. Over & over. Repeat. 08. The Girls Of Porn Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
OK, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there
It's time to win a chance to butt-bang Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666 The urge is too much to take All I can think about is playing with myself It's time to masturbate I got my Hustler and don't need nothin' else Ginger My hand gets tired and my dick gets sore But the girls of porn want more So I flip through the pages one more time And I just let the jism fly Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Right. A quarter for a peep show A private booth or talking to a naked whore XXX video 976 and I can whack it on the phone Nobody's home, I'm alone The devil in Miss Jones Nobody's home I'm alone Aja & John Holmes We got gushin' gonads, tingling tushes Hairy balls and hairy bushes S & M, whips and chains Pregnant ladies with menstrual pains We got hand jobs and nipple tweaks Finger bangs & slappin' cheeks We got rape, necro & both ways And lots of hung studs for all you gays We got incest & bestiality too We got Sade & the sweetest taboo We got girls who'll eat your pee and poo And guys who'd love to fuck your shoe There's she-males, lezbos, & shaved beav And D-cup mamas with so much cleave Senior citizens, who love to watch And sniff those skid marks from your crotch Ain't got no woman next to me - I just got this magazine And what's on the TV screen - but that's okay with me I was trained to fuck you baby 09. Love Is A Fist Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
Clenched emotions
'Round my ween' Feel my heart beat Off and your head in I feel strongly about violence Love is a fist There's no effort To what's in Open faced Knuckle sandwich I feel strongly about violence Love is a fist Fistloveisafistloveis 10. Dead Goon Music & lyrics by Mr. Bungle
Nobler than Oedipus
Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever know Kids can be so cruel Smash the feeling Suckle the sugar breast Too happy - A jerk beyond a smile... - An asphyxiophile I'm the Humper; stop hitting me Walking the plank, swallowing dirt Johnny - just skin and juice and hair - A hero unaware Tied in a knot beneath giggling My own two hands tickling me Innocent friction Boys and girls are stealing my oxygen Sex? There's no such thing Choices left me laughing, choking, laughing Playing solitaire A rope and mommy's underwear Hanging on, letting go Dangling to and fro NNNNNOOOO It can't happen here Floating away Tingling Fluid seeping Family weeping It feels so good So bad But please... Don't tease me |