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FREAK KITCHEN LYRICS
"Spanking Hour" (1996)
1. Walls of Stupidity
2. Haw, Haw, Haw
3. Jerk
4. Taste My Fist
5. Burning Bridges
6. Inner Revolution
7. Lisa
8. Spanking Hour
9. Proud To Be Plastic
10. Dystopia
11. The Bitter Season
1. Walls of Stupidity
(Eklundh)
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I’m a pill, I’m a powder
I’m a needle in your vain
I flush your shitty life down the drain
I am God in your asshole
I’m gonna save the nation
I am chemical salvation
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I’m a trigger happy finger
I am the stain of your brain
And I spit your pathetic life down the drain
I am a slit throat
I am a stab in your gut
And I don’t discriminate who I cut
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
It sure amazes me
The dumbness of humanity
I take one good, mad piss
At the walls of insanity
Call me fear, call me hatred
Call me intolerance
Call me monsieur ignorance
Call me what the hell you will
‘Cos I am here to stay
As long as your head is full of clay
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
I bang my head against
The walls of stupidity
2. Haw, Haw, Haw
(Eklundh)
Fill my empty soul
Take away the pain
or
Suck out the last drop
And drown it in the rain
I can not feel the way you feel
I can not love the way you love
And you call me twisted...
Haw, Haw, Haw
I don’t know what I’m singing now
Haw, Haw, Haw
I lost the point somewhere, somehow
Haw, Haw, Haw
I don’t know what I’m singing now
Haw, Haw, Haw
Rape my common sense
Feed me my tomorrow
or
Smoke my agony
And get high on my sorrow
I can not feel the way you feel
I can not love the way you love
And you call me twisted...
Haw, Haw, Haw
I don’t know what I’m singing now
Haw, Haw, Haw
I lost the point somewhere, somehow
Haw, Haw, Haw
I don’t know what I’m singing now
Haw, Haw, Haw
3. Jerk
(Eklundh)
I am into showbiz, I am a road manager
D’ya know a sexy chick? I got a pass for her
Touring can be boring, but not for me
You got to entertain yourself, I got a special hobby:
I fuck with the support band, I remember when
We had a shitty little group, called "Freak Kitchen"
I’m always in the mode for, let’s say, any kind of dope
I asked the drummer if he wanted some, but he said "nope"
Well I couldn’t believe what I just heard
The drummer of this group was this astonishing nerd
The singer and guitarist and the bass player as well
If I only had the guts I’d tell ém: go to hell!
Instead I turned around and asked a guy from the crew
To go and get a girl that we all can screw
You see, I an asshole and a real hypocrite
And my wife and kids don’t know hippo-shit
I rather be a jerk, than being hip like you
I rather be a jerk, than do the shit you do
I rather be a jerk, than snort ‘til I turn blue
I rather be a jerk, I rather be a jerk
An orgy a day keeps the Mrs away
I’m a road manager in a giant ashtray
And when my conscience knocks on the door
I bury myself in horse as a cure
And a prostitute, then I shoot some more
I rather be a jerk, than being hip like you
I rather be a jerk, than do the shit you do
I rather be a jerk, than snort ‘til I turn blue
I rather be a jerk, I rather be a jerk
4. Taste My Fist
(Eklundh)
Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry ‘bout the balls that I’m crushing on you
I’m a sports fan, I’m above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But that’s not true ‘cos I can count to four
And I’m bitchin’ with a baseball bat in my private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do as a hooligan
I’m a lobotomized I don’t have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
5. Burning Bridges
(Eklundh)
The sun is kind of annoying
As I try to sleep in the back of my van
It is supposed to be autumn
Did someone mess with The Plan?
Feels like my skin doesn’t fit me
But it’s one mother of a tan
Barbecued might be the right description
As I walk around in this frying pan
Give me a damn good reason not to worry
Give me a damn good reason
‘Cos I refuse to sit here on my ass and drown
When we burn our bridges down
Now it’s been a while since I last wrote
The ground has been just as green as before
The yesterday my street turned kinda arctic
Now I can’t get out of my front door
Give me a damn good reason not to worry
Give me a damn good reason
‘Cos I refuse to sit here on my ass and drown
When we burn our bridges down
6. Inner Revolution
(Eklundh)
There’s no way you can see it
I’m acting like everything’s cool
But, hell, I’m about to burst
Got two delicate options
Either I zip of the venom
Or else I will die of thirst
Down, going down to my inner revolution
Revolution inside
Got a nice little conflict
A riot inside my head
I’m at war with myself all alone
My eyes tell you nothing
But I’m closing in on myself
And it scares me to the bone
Down, going down to my inner revolution
Revolution inside
7. Lisa
(Eklundh)
Wonder what you’re doin’
Wonder how you’re doin’
Wonder what you’re sayin’
I wonder what you’re thinking
I wish you were here
How did we get here?
I am lonely prayin’
Where have you been?
No one really knows
What has happened to Lisa
No one really knows
‘Cos the trees won’t talk
No one really knows
What has happened to Lisa
No one really knows...
I can’t let you go
Still you have to go
Who do you let in?
I wonder what you’re thinkin’
Now what have I done wrong?
You’re the one who’s wrong!
Does he touch your skin?
Is he better than me?
No one really knows
What has happened to Lisa
No one really knows
‘Cos the trees won’t talk
No one really knows
What has happened to Lisa
No one really knows...
We must be together
You and I together
Sweet insomnia
I see it all so clear
Now you’ll sleep forever
Now you’re mine forever...
8. Spanking Hour
(Eklundh)
Sanity takes a vacation
You’re on your own from now on
Exploring the cracks inside you
Primitive mind...
One step towards separation
One step towards confrontation
Exploring the cracks inside you
Primitive mind...
I’ll stun your resistance
I’ll drown you in lies
Your waiting is over
Tear it, tear it, agonize
Spanking hour’s here now
I’ll spank your mind right here now
Spanking hour’s here now
I’ll spank your mind right here now
Spanking’s on your mind
I’ll stun your resistance
I’ll drown you in lies
Your waiting is over
Tear it, tear it, agonize
Spanking hour’s here now
I’ll spank your mind right here now
Spanking hour’s here now
I’ll spank your mind right here now
Spanking’s on your mind
9. Proud To Be Plastic
(Eklundh)
Hey, what’s going on?
Drool before I’m gone
Waste some precious time, you know
Sure I’m looking good
Don’t you think I would?
I got Cindy Crawford’s video
Go and get the blow
I know where to go
Coolest place you ever seen
Maybe we can dance
In a bathroom romance
To a ballad of East 17
Try some ecstasy
Get as dumb as me
Read even Sting’s a fan
Rave ‘til the end
Invent another trend:
Mandela joins the Ku Klux Klan
Any way the wind blow
I swallow everything!
Any way the winds blow
I’ll sing the words you sing!
That is how the story goes
Consume ‘til I get sick!
Any way the winds blow
Proud to be plastic!
Prozac with tea
One happy family
Still remember how to laugh
Dad gets Mommy wet
With porno on the Net
My brother spits his guts in half
I don’t really care
Gotta do my hair
To get Eddie Vedder’s autograph
I am V.I.P
You can come with me
Just get another pair of shoes
We can rob a bar
Then we steal a car
Smoke someone and we’ll be news
Show me you’re romantic
Let me your chick
Shoot some dude to prove you’re mine
Show me you’re romantic
Let me your chick
Send shivers down my teenage spine
Any way the wind blow
I swallow everything!
Any way the winds blow
I’ll sing the words you sing!
That is how the story goes
Consume ‘til I get sick!
Any way the winds blow
Proud to be plastic!
10. Dystopia
(Eklundh)
How many died? How many were injured?
Is this the grossest the you ever heard?
Maybe someone is gonna fry on death row?
We need to know, we need to know
Who can we hang for irresponsibility?
Where is the fucker who’s in charge of security?
We need a scapegoat, and we need it now
Get it somehow, get it somehow
I ain’t heading for Dystopia
There’s no way you can drag me to Dystopia
I ain’t heading for Dystopia
There’s no way you can drag me to Dystopia
Have we got pictures of all the deceased?
It’s getting even better:
The numbers just increased
Make sure it’s bloody when we’re on the air
We really care, we really care
The more details, the better off we’ll be
We never stop, you have the right to see
It’s our duty and we serve it well
Let’s go to hell, let’s go to hell
I ain’t heading for Dystopia
There’s no way you can drag me to Dystopia
I ain’t heading for Dystopia
There’s no way you can drag me to Dystopia
If it don’t bleed, it don’t lead
If it don’t bleed, it don’t lead
I ain’t heading for Dystopia...
11. The Bitter Season
(Eklundh)
The bitter season’s here
The lies, the pain, the fear
And you’ll see inside of me
You’ve never seen before
The bitter season’s here
Won’t shed a single tear
Wish you would turn around
And walk right out that door
My face is whipped by rain
The wind eases the pain
But when the silence comes I pray that you’ll be gone
The bitter season’s here
This time I see it clear
But it took me years and years
To see what was going on
Look into my eyes...
Give me the days we had
And make ‘em last forever
And I will cry for you
If you will cry for me
I’ve met eternity
Brother insanity
It was too late for us
A long, long time ago
The bitter season’s here
The lies, the pain, the fear
Got to be movin’
But where I just don’t know
Look into my eyes...
Give me the days we had
And make ‘em last forever
And I will cry for you
If you will cry for me
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