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FREAK KITCHEN LYRICS
"Organic" (2005)
1. Speak When Spoken To
2. The Rights to You
3. Look Bored
4. Chest Pain Waltz
5. Mussolini Mind
6. Guilt Trip
7. Becky
8. Independent Way of Life
9. Heal Me
10. Infidelity Ghost
11. Sob Story
12. Breathe
1. Speak When Spoken To
There’s something foul with my oral opening
I can not seem to control it, I object to everything
You know, I’m talking all the time
But I’ve got bupkiss to say
The ka-ka my vocal cords produce
Even outdid my ass today
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Pseudo-provocative, I haven’t got a clue
What I’m referring to, I just argue ’til I turn blue
The sound of my own voice gives me
An intellectual high
I get off on my own arrogance
I’m so cynical I could cry
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
My mouth’s in good shape
My lips are itching
Spare me some duct tape
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
Speak when spoken to
2. The Rights to You
It’s kind of funny in its own little way
The words that you sing and the music you play
Is all a far cry from my company
But you are happy to sell me your integrity
The Mrs. needs a new swimming pool
It’s important to make the neighborhood drool
Social status is everything
Repeat after me: Mammon is King
I got the rights to you
There’s nothing you can do
I got the rights to you
Rights to you, rights to you, rights to you
I got the rights to you
Can’t take a piss without a written permission
Pay the price for some recognition
To step out of line is no stroll in the park
That pretty little smile is a registered trademark
Your butt is mine until you grow old
The dotted line says you’ll do as you’re told
Sit! Stand! Bark! Moo like a cow
Rollover! Bend over! You’re my product now
I got the rights to you
There’s nothing you can do
I got the rights to you
Rights to you, rights to you, rights to you
I got the rights to you
I own the rights to you
There’s nothing you can do
You’re just a pair of jeans
Singing lame evergreens
3. Look Bored
Take a look around you
You’ve got everything
What can I do to help you
Stop that bloody wining
You look bored, look bored
You look bored, look bored
Man, you can’t afford
To look so damn bored
You look bored
Yo’ complaining fella
Sir Dissatisfied
What can I do to help you
Appreciate and enjoy the ride
You look bored, look bored
You look bored, look bored
Man, you can’t afford
To look so damn bored
You look bored
Go ahead! Surprise me
Show another side
Try a new expression
Tell me I lied
You look bored
Thrive on pessimism
Nothing’s good enough
Stuck in negativism
4. Chest Pain Waltz
So I’ve been acting somewhat weird recently
I guess it’s life that’s catching up on me
Tired of pretending
Run out of façade
Caucasian puppetry
You can only keep things
Stashed away for so long
I’ve had all the shit I can take
All the shit I can take
To push me now is a grand mistake
I’ve had all the shit I can take
Chest pain!
Chest pain waltz!
Chest pain!
Here comes another stunning panic attack
Increase the dose, there is no turning back
My legs feel kind of dead
Massively irrational
Shock treatment maniac
You can only keep things
Stashed away for so long
I’ve had all the shit I can take
All the shit I can take
To push me now is a grand mistake
I’ve had all the shit I can take
Chest pain!
Chest pain waltz!
Chest pain!
5. Mussolini Mind
Hey dude, you used to be fun
Always cool with everyone
I remember you were like a brother to me
Time flies and we’re not the same guys
There’s a sinister vibe behind your eyes
That hostility… a spooky fascist tendency
Mind your Mussolini
Mind your Mussolini mind
Mussolini mind
An intelligent man who doesn’t belong
Hey dude, where did you turn wrong?
I remember there wasn’t a bad bone in your body
Mind your Mussolini
Mind your Mussolini
Mind your Mussolini mind
Mussolini mind
Hey dude, you screwed up your kid
A furious fifteen-year-old on acid
Who’d bash the head in of a passing refugee
To show Il Duce he’s worthy…
Mind your Mussolini
Mind your Mussolini
Mind your Mussolini mind
Mussolini mind
6. Guilt Trip
Real men don’t cry
Stand up! Banzai!
God speaks through Dr. Phil and Ted Nugent
Immune to pain
Me Stud, you Jane
Check out my penis enlargement
Watch where I’m going
I’m on a guilt trip
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe myself
Watch where I’m going
I’m on a guilt trip
I don’t trust you
I don’t trust myself
Win this, win that
Drink piss, low fat
Viagra and chemical warfare
Full speed ahead
Rest when you’re dead
Popcorn, Fox News, Osama’s still out there
Watch where I’m going
I’m on a guilt trip
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe myself
Watch where I’m going
I’m on a guilt trip
I don’t trust you
I don’t trust myself
Be smart, invest
Go east, go west
Download incest
7. Becky
Becky, my Becky, you’re one of a kind
I don’t understand how you made up your mind
When everyone around you seem to be
A full-blown racist pig
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Dad keeps on singing the trailer trash blues:
”A good nigger is a dead nigger”
While Mommy hates Jews
Your brother sports a swastika tattoo
And your boyfriend as well
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Becky, dear Becky
You’re the bravest of us all
A tower of courage
Girl, you stand beyond tall
Where does it come from?
Your strength is a solid stone wall
Becky, dear Becky
You’re the bravest of us all
Prejudice, ignorance
The whole nine yards
Surrounded by a swarm of wicked retards
All odds against you
Situation no win
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Don’t give in! Don’t give in!
Becky, dear Becky
You’re the bravest of us all
A tower of courage
Girl, you stand beyond tall
Where does it come from?
Your strength is a solid stone wall
Becky, dear Becky
You’re the bravest of us all
8. Independent Way of Life
I’m so alternative
I am so independent
This is the way to live
The independent way of life
I’m so alternative
I am so independent
This is the way to live
The independent way of life
The independent way of life
I’m twenty-five or so
At least I was twelve years ago
Despise my existence
And my miserable gothic wife
Have no identity
Have no personality
You wouldn’t notice me
Even if I stabbed you with a knife
Now I am so depressed
And my eyes are painted black
My days are one long trauma
I’m about to crack
I am so happy…
I’m so alternative
I am so independent
This is the way to live
The independent way of life
I’m so alternative
I am so independent
This is the way to live
The independent way of life
The independent way of life
My day’s a pile of shit
I love every minute hating it
The way I dress reflects my soul
I’d never anything Nike
I hardly ever sleep
Sleep is not considered deep
I’m really difficult
Detest everything you like
Play me your favourite tune
I’ll convince the world it’s junk
But if you listen to what I listen to
I will slip into a funk
I am so special…
I got a gig today
You won’t believe the stuff we play
We just signed a major deal
Riches are heading our way
I was alternative
I was so independent
This was the way to live
The independent way of life
I was alternative
I was so independent
This was the way to live
The independent way of life
The independent way of life
9. Heal Me
18 hours a day
7 days a week
Locked up in this godforsaken joint
Anything you say
I turn the other cheek
You’d be amazed what one will do at gun-point
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won’t you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Had me dig a grave
When men without no soul
Beat my friend to death when she escaped
A new millennium slave
Stuck in a hellhole
A piece of property, born to be raped
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won’t you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
I was sold, a thousand dollars flat
Mondays are slow, special leftover fee
Won’t get old, I am aware of that
But I’ll go free…
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won’t you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
10. Infidelity Ghost
What doesn’t mean a thing to you, means everything to me
Please be careful what you do, because I am trying desperately
To stay afloat, to stay real, to be the person I need to be
Yet your pathological new man might screw you up permanently
One step forward, one step forward and a million miles back…
I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl
But there’s one thing I fear the most
I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl
But there’s one thing I fear the most
The Infidelity Ghost
Wish you could trust my loyalty, stick with me through thick and thin
But I am tempted easily, don’t want to know where I have been…
Anemic blood flows through my veins, an insult to monogamy
I’m not sure I can dispel, The Ghost of Infidelity
One step forward, one step forward and a million miles back…
I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl
But there’s one thing I fear the most
I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl
But there’s one thing I fear the most
The Infidelity Ghost
11. Sob Story
Would you be my role model?
Would you be my helping hand?
Looking for a soul brother
I need someone to take a stand
Would you be my role model?
Where I trust you and you trust me
But I won’t be your sob story
No, I won’t be your sob story
My birth was a mistake
I’ve been told from the beginning
What do you want from me? An apology?
Hooray for parenthood
Guess what? I see right through you
The Carbon Paper Family
Would you be my role model?
Would you be my helping hand?
Looking for a soul brother
I need someone to take a stand
Would you be my role model?
Where I trust you and you trust me
But I won’t be your sob story
No, I won’t be your sob story
I believe
I believe
There must be something else
I may be your flesh and blood
It means exactly nothing
You’re both strangers to me
That’s it! I’m done
The Prodigal Son
Lost from Day One
Would you be my role model?
Would you be my helping hand?
Looking for a soul brother
I need someone to take a stand
Would you be my role model?
Where I trust you and you trust me
But I won’t be your sob story
No, I won’t be your sob story
I believe
I believe
There must be something else
Won’t bother you no more
Go practice Sweet Denial
This wasn’t meant to be
I believe
I believe
You could be my role model
You could be my helping hand
Looking for a soul brother
Strong enough to take a stand
You could be my role model
Where I trust you and you trust me
But I won’t be your sob story
No, I won’t be your sob story
12. Breathe
Here we are
God, I need someone to blame
So, here we are
Things will never be the same
Time will heal…
Or so I’ve heard
Still, here we are
And I’m crying out your name
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Just breathe…
Here we are
I can sense your smell
So, here we are
I know those hands so well
Life goes on…
Or so I’ve heard
Still, here we are
And I’m sliding into hell
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Just breathe…
Here I am
Decades drifted away
So, here I am
The phantom pain seems here to stay
You’ll work it out…
Or so I’ve heard
Still, here I am
And it feels like yesterday
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Just breathe…
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