The Banality of Evil

Ohhhhhh
How can you celebrate?
Dark power emanates
From all around
Go on
Put on a uniform
Do anything you want
No consequences

You got problems
Now you are the problem
You are the black boot stomping on the face
Over and over
You are the nightstick cracking the skull
You are the shock when they fail to comply
You are the facedown takedown
You are the chokehold pressure point
You are the intimidator
From a cannibal tribe
Hematoma
A little bit less than lethal
You die come the breakdown
Can't wait for the sequel

Go on
Let's start a Dirty War
What are you waiting for?
They're all defenseless
Go on
Put on a uniform
Do anything you want
No consequences
None at all
And while you celebrate
Dark power radiates
Dehumanization
Day One
Revolution
You'll be first against the wall
For what you have done

You are the black boot stomping on the face
Over and over
You are the nightstick cracking the skull
You are the shock when they fail to comply
You are the facedown takedown
You are the chokehold pressure point
You are the intimidator
From a cannibal tribe
Hematoma
A little bit less than lethal
You die come the breakdown
Can't wait for the sequel

Performed by Brutal Juice

Lyrics and music by Gordon Michael Gibson

Transcribed by J. Son

Motor of Joy

(The following is the White Hot Peach version of this track. It was released as "Comrade Lovers" on Mellotron On! with additional lyrics.)

Am I really a spaceman?

Comrade lovers say
Do not be afraid

Comrade lovers say
Everything's okay

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Everyone has plans
Plans to be the spaceman

I don't give a damn
'Cause I am the spaceman

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Oh, wow! That…
That kind of thing, you know, you don't…
You don't do that!

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Composed by Tim Lauterio / Luke McAuliffe / Chris O'Connor / Jeff Sparks

Featuring elements from the film WR: Mysteries of the Organism

Transcribed by J. Son

Kasparov's Revenge

So this…
This thing
This thing I hear's goin' down
You know it–
It ain't about punk
And it ain't about "the scene"
And you stupid f*cking nerds…
You're sitting…
Sitting indoors, man
I'm out. On. The street. Dig it?
And I'm out here on the street where it goes down
Not indoors
In the record stores
I'm begging ya to go down here
Dig it?
Check it out:
It's a scene
The scene that never was
And it never will be
You never was
You never will be
I am here where it is real
So get wise
F*cker!

Check it out…

Warming Up the Brain Farm

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions
Have sadly faltered
Despite his newly-installed varnished brain
And being force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor,
He is determined to obtain the new chrome spiders trophy
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats
Quite frankly, I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
As the clock spits-clicks
Time speeds by in the form of a neon snake
Massive delusions?
Very probably
I fear for my safety
He is as weak as his fellow man
I am now surrounded by hypocrites
Liars, drunks, clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate
I insist we barter with the moon
To sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps
In exchange for a vision of the future
Stricken with grief
I have no choice, but to turn to lethal toxins
Hardcore punk-paste…

Allstars takin' over…

I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e…

Stick 'em up motherf*cker
We've come for what's ours

…

Nothin' seems that weird anymore…

Superstar Intro

This time next year I'm gonna be a great big f*ckin' star
But I'm not gonna have that "star head"
Superstar, but cool all-around guy
You know what I'm sayin'?
Is–
I'm still around the way, though
You know what I mean?
I'm cool
Superstar and all that
You know what I'm sayin'? A great big motherf*ckin' star
But you can still come up to me like,
"What's up? You remember me from around the way, right?
Well let's hook up and sh*t"
I'm still cool
Big s– f*ckin' star

Comrade Lovers

(The following is the Mellotron On! version of this track. It was released as "Motor of Joy" on White Hot Peach with truncated lyrics. Green highlights denote additional lyrics.)

On March 10, 1956 at 10 o'clock at night
This almost incredible idea came to me...

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Then we just have to have a sample of "Am I really a spaceman?"

Comrade lovers say
Do not be afraid

Comrade lovers say
Everything's okay

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Everyone has plans
Plans to be the spaceman

I don't give a damn
'Cause I am the spaceman

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Oh, wow! That…
That kind of thing, you know, you don't…
You don't do that!

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Composed by Tim Lauterio / Luke McAuliffe / Chris O'Connor / Jeff Sparks

Featuring elements from the film WR: Mysteries of the Organism

Transcribed by J. Son

Confession of Truth

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The rain that searches
For the ground
Like words of love you feel
But can't be found

The voice of thunder
Trapped inside your soul
Without a sound

The storm that whispered
To the sky
The clouds that never learned
To break down and cry

The river flowin' through your heart
For a moment
But the moment
Ran dry

Oh, when the rain fell
There lies the proof

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The wicked lies
She hides inside
The lonely stare that's trapped
Inside her eyes

There is no justice
For the killer
Who's got no alibi

The nervous twitch
She can't let go
The heat the melts
The pure white snow

The silver band that's wrapped around
Her finger
That once was gold

When the tears fell
There lies the truth

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

All is quiet
On the snow-covered streets
A silent voice
Drifting through a heartbeat

No need to lie anymore
No promises left to keep
Underneath the dim lights
You see through

All that's left is the confession of truth

When the rain fell
There lies the truth

When the tears come down
Between me and you
What can you do

How can you honestly ever give
When the one you want
Isn't the one that you're with

And what can love ever say or do
When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

The confession of truth

What can love say or do?

When your heart is the only one
Tellin' you

The confession of truth

Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© 1997 Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son