Metal Storm logo
Mr. Bungle - Mr. Bungle lyrics



Tracks



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