I'm Afraid of Americans Oddities and
Obscenities
The Human Error Pain Addiction A Hell of a Christmas
(feat. Ministry)
Wheels on the Bus
(heavy metal version)
 
I'm Afraid of Americans
(Original written by David Bowie and Brian Eno. Lyrical adaptations by Bryce Kain.)

Johnny's all American
No tricks at the wheel
No one needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Johnny's all American

I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans

Johnny wants a brain
Johnny wants to suck on a Coke
Johnny wants a woman
Johnny wants to think of a joke
Johnny's all American

I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans

Johnny's all American
Johnny looks up at the stars
Johnny combs his hair down
Johnny wants pussy in cars
Johnny's all American

I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans

God is all American


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Oddities and Obscenities
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The Breaking

It starts with a fucked up door and a fucked up life. Arrogant fuckers come to do what's right. Piss and fucked up mental state amplified by the drink. It ends with morbid thoughts of suicide. It's all over, want to fucking die. Can not think, can not be, I can't even fucking breath. Rub it in my face that I fucked up way back in years when I fucking hated me. Me. I fucking hated me. Me. I fucking hated you. You. Fucking hated you. You. I fucking hated everyone. Everyone. Everyone and I don't want to be this fucking way anymore.


Scarlet Letter

Down six feet in the depths of hell, I feel no soul that I can sell. Labeled a pariah out in the sun and the weight on my heart feels like a ton. Darkness brings a change inside. Innocence is ripped and left behind. The scarlet letter's raping me without a kiss for every deed. Heretic am I for pissing in their eyes and loving their screams with this dirty soul of mine. Invitation flame to this wicked, wicked game. I gave 'em what they want and now I bleed. The scarlet letter burning me. Drive the iron of branding. The howling cries from the crowded room when I stand silent, defiantly. Down six feet in the depths of hell nailed to a cross with a thorny crown. Scream at me while you crucify and cast your stones while I die.


Prey the Gay Away

Touch down! Can you hear it? Can you feel it? It's a feeling in the air. It's a plethora. It's a gold mine. Gunna rake in on despair. Do you feel sexuality is causing so much pain? Well come on down, get on your knees, and call upon that Jesus, Jesus... Jesus Christ, the son of God, gunna pray that gay away. In your heart and in your soul, gunna pray that gay away. Credit cards or gimme cash, gunna pray that gay away. If it doesn't work, then it's all your fault, shoulda' prayed that gay away. Cha-ching! It's a cash cow. Gunna make them feel so very low. Parents hate them, better get them, while they're vulnerable. Their psyche, break 'em all down, it's the god damn Christian thing to do. So come on down, get on your knees, and call upon that holy ghost! Jesus Christ, the son of God, gunna pray that gay away. In your heart and in your soul, gunna pray that gay away. Credit cards or gimme cash, gunna pray that gay away. If it doesn't work, then it's all your fault, shoulda' prayed that gay away. If you see me on my knees I am, yeah, prayin' that gay away. Do as I say, yeah, not as I do. Just pray that gay away, boy!


The Horror Show

Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. They wrapped me in a jacket and it smelled like crazy glue. Crazy? I was crazy once. They dipped into my brain. Filled it full of maggots while I slow went insane! Welcome to the horror show. Crazy? I was crazy once, they whispered in my head. They tell me that my every thought smells like crazy bread. Crazy? I was crazy once, but can we play a game? Let me crack the moon apart, while I go insane! Welcome to the horror show. Creepy crawlies, the banshees' calling. The voices in my head are insane! Can you hear the sound? Everybody's laughing now. The milky pus is coming out of my brain. Welcome to the horror show! Get out of my god damn brain! (There is no easter bunny :)


Leather Heart

I lay here drifting in and out of time wishing away the grief. I keep on praying this is just a dream and my ventricles won't atrophy. But my chest ceased to ache so long ago while I watched you slowly letting go. Now all I taste is bile and pain while the muscles begin to decay. These empty feelings all inside, I want to breathe again. These empty feelings all inside, my leather heart won't beat again. I mourn your passing through my life. I bet it all on hopes of bliss. You promised strength and a happy ending, but I'm left with only a pearl necklace. Left to rot out here in the cold. Gutted and abandoned in your ditch. Your misery has one less company and I'm one sad son of a bitch. I lay here drifting in my attachment to you. Tastes like peppermint, feels like death. It's so painful to see the flowers bloom when I know I can never give them to you. But I'll suffer and I will cover these scars. And I'll move on no matter how hard, but please be careful before your next kiss. You hold the kiss of death in your beautiful lips.


A Withering Rose

(Instrumental. No main lyrics)


Piranhas and Other Poor Choices for Oral Sex

One fish, two fish, radio fuck fist. Grab a black n decker and make a fuckin' wish. Downside, upside, up the dirty backside. Biting on the stump that used to be your thigh. One fish, two fish, radio fuck fist. Grab a tallywacker and make a fuckin' wish. Downside, upside, up the dirty backside (backwards message.) On your knees and down to please, your lips all drip with sweat. Spread your legs until you get (soft and warm and wet.) On your knees and down to please until your legs get weak, you horny fuckin' crazy bitch. Kill me, fuck me, just don't interupt me when I'm digging deep in the caverns of the dead. Fuck me, rape me, just don't conversate me. Watching the dinosaurs as they give me head. Kill me, fuck me, just don't interupt me when I'm digging deep in the caverns of the fart. Fuck me, rape me, just don't conversate me. (backwards message.) On your knees and down to please, your lips all drip with sweat. Spread your legs until you get (soft and warm and wet.) On your knees and down to please, until you want the sod. Bite the fuckin' pillow, say (Oh god.) On your knees and down to please, your lips all drip with sweat. Spread your legs until you get (soft and warm and wet.) On your knees and down to please until you want to cum. You're a horny fuckin' crazy bitch. Licking on a dick-er and her tongue has gone a'flicker, yeah, can you make her sicker? Can you make her cum? Passion ever winding, the teething and the writhing. The amazon jungle can swallow you numb. Licking on a dick-er and her tongue has gone a'flicker, yeah, can you make her sicker? Can you lick her knob? Passion ever winding, the teething and the writhing. (backwards message.) Red fish, gay fish, motherfuckin' tuna fish. Great white, hammer head, all gang the bloated black. Red fish, blue fish, get a fucking clue fish. Once you're going bass to mouth there is no turning back. Red fish, gay fish, motherfuckin' tuna fish. Great white, hammer head, fist fuck Jaws. Red fish, blue fish, get a fucking clue fish. (backwards message.) On your knees and down to please, your lips all drip with sweat. Spread your legs until you get (soft and warm and wet.) On your knees and down to please, until you shit on birds. Squeeze your eyes and push it out. On your knees and down to please, your lips all drip with sweat. Spread your legs until you get (soft and warm and wet.) On your knees and down to please until you want to cum. You're a horny fuckin' crazy bitch.


Tits and Gasoline

Skulls and girls and evil things. Lovely tits and gasoline. Light the flame to burn it right. Burn this fucker down every night. Buy a round to kill the pain. Loving all the devil things. Turn around to shoot the gun. Let's all have some fuckin' fun! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Let me hear you scream. For tits and gasoline. Midnight rise on a devil man. Face all out in a wicked plan. Feel the burn of a fuckin' noise. Use the girls for devil toys. Jump, jump, jump, yeah, up and down. Turn that bad girl right around. We all love the midnight sun. Let's all have some fucking fun! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Let me hear you scream. For tits and gasoline.


the PAINter

Shit and blood and fuckin' cum. Wipe it with a fuckin' gun. Taste the PAINt on my hand and you'll never fucking understand. Shit and blood and bloody piss. A devil plague you can't resist. A moral canvas is the plan. Add some shock for the whiskey man! Hail Satan with everything I do! Hail Satan with everyone I screw! I am the spirit of the rebel and the trick! Hail Satan with a bloody dick. Hail Satan with everything I am! Hail Satan and I don't give a damn! Hail Satan and I'm gunna make ya see that the devil is a force to be reckoned in me. Redskin man gunna bring you hell and I shit on everything you sell. I am your black fuckin' outlaw, but you can just call me god! Redroad killing in my every fuckin' gene. I'll bring you hell in your art scene. They say that I am not a saint. Yeah? I fuck your fear with all I paint! Shit and blood and fuckin' cum. Your fear is what I fuckin' love. Call me "devil" and I'll laugh. You'll never understand the path. A tampon swastika on my read. My art's a mirror for all I see, so welcome my every pearl or I'll burn down your whole fuckin' world!


Wheels on the Bus (heavy metal version)

The ... wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round and round. Doors on the bus go open, shut, open shut, open shut. Doors on the bus go open, shut, open, open, shut. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round and round. Keegan is on the bus, on the bus, on the bus. Keegan is on the bus, on the, on the bus. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round and round. Doors on the bus go open, shut, open shut, open shut. Doors on the bus go open, shut, open, open, shut. Keegan is on the bus, on the bus, on the bus. Keegan is on the bus, on the, on the bus. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round and round and round and round.


Click Go the Shears

Click go the shears, boys. Click, click, click. Wild is his blow and his hands move quick. The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow. And curses the old snagger with a blue bellied jo. Out on the boards the old shearer stands, grasping his shears in his thin boney hands. Fixed are his eyes on the blue bellied jo and glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go. Out in the middle in his cane-bottom chair, the boss of the joint with his eyes everywhere. Watching every fleece as it comes to the screen, payin' particular attention that it's taken off clean. The colonial experience man, he is there, of course, with the shiny leggings, yeah, just off his horse. Casting eyes around like a real connoisseur. Smelling so sweet, like a cheap fucking whore! Down by the bar all the old shearers stand, grasping the glasses with their thin boney hands. Their eyes on the barrel, which is loading very fast. They work hard, drink hard, and go to hell, yeah! Click go the shears, boys. Click, click, click. Wild is his blow and his hands move quick. The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow. And curses the old snagger with a blue bellied jo.


Happy Birthday, Motherfucker

Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. (God, you're old.) Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. (I hope you don't die.) Cause you're old as dirt and you smell like death. Got liver spots on Metamucil breath. Hobble on a walker and you look like father time, so here's some love from A Fallen Mind. Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. (Better get some Medicare.) Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. Happy birthday, motherfucker. (Soon you'll be pooping in your underwear.)


Leather Heart (Orchestral Instrumental)

(Instrumental. No main lyrics.)
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The Human Error
©2011 A Fallen Mind
 

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Born of Shit

FUCK!


Second Class

Down inside within a pit, I feel like I am walking shit for things I've done and labels. Man, I feel so second class. Can't be here, can't be there, comfort isn't anywhere. We will judge your every action. Even who you fuck. You smile at me and say I'm free and yet you love to fuck with me. And if you had it all your way you'd burn me in my home. Doing time is not enough, you want me to give it up every day, every day. Just leave me the fuck alone. You want my freedom? Come take it from me. I will not bow down or let it be. All I have left is my fucking pride, my dignity and rage, and these tears I cry. A signature on a piece of paper is your key. The will of the people is the dick inside of me. Quell the masses just to shut their fuckin' mouth at the expense of my living free. Feeling like a maggot on a piece of bloody crap. You're poking at my face inside the paper trap. Lower than a parasite, reclusive like a Troglodyte, but I will not fall to my fucking knees. I'm sick and fuckin' tired of being treated as like I am gawd damn second class. And I would rather die than fucking give in and I will not fucking let you win.


You Are Free (Do As We Tell You)

Every day I wake in a world of hypocritical propaganda, narcissism feigning so political. Swimming in my head like bellow in a cage wanting to let out in a motherfucking rage. TV melodrama vultures that are feeding on a dead horse rotting in the name of patriotic. Justice ain't no jury of your peers if the public opinion is hunting for you, dear. You are free (to do as we tell you) One, two, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock, shock time. Better get in line with the motherfucking swine. Leaning to the right while they're cashing every check. Preaching to an audience of dumb fuckin' shits. Psycho-fuckin-babble 'bout every little thing the codger at the top absolutely don't agree with. Prime time, meal time, sharks to the feeding time. Blow the whistle and you're gunna fuckin' die. Outta' pocket pundits feigning every outrage, the wealthy 1% shelling out to set the stage. Balance, fairness, bullshit, tune in. Feed their ego while they feed you pestilence. Every day I wake in a world of hypocritical bullshit, fake shit, try and fuckin' make shit up to sell another fuckin' falsity. And they don't give a fuck if it's adding to calamity. Melodrama on the tube, maggots that are feeding you recycled bullshit and everybody's loving it. So eat, drink, pray to your creator cause coming up next: American Gladiator.


The Animal Song

White bread picket lines, hate filled picket signs "It isn't fuckin' Adam and Steve!" Your megaphone mouth come preachin' from the south telling stupid people what to believe. Fancy polyester, fancy gold ring smile. A picture of the Wally and Beav. But behind closed doors, toe tapping in the stalls. You love that jar of Vaseline, yeah. Christ all mighty with the prejudice, man. You're sayin' "faggots are sick," but then you're fuckin' other men. The way you're treatin' me and every human being, if you're the quintessential I'd rather be an animal. Queer lovin' motherfucker. Should I call you father fucker? Tryin' so hard to hide. You scream, I scream, we all scream for sodomy, but we're not denyin' what's inside, yeah. Can I get an "amen?" Rally 'round the flag and hide behind religiosity. They can die for country, but a wedding ring is out. It's the way God wants the American dream, yeah. And I know it's hard to live by your own words. Morality is such a shitty thing when all your morals smell like a fuckin' turd. The voices are screamin', the drums are shakin', rally every sympathetic cry. We're here, we're queer, and we're equal to you. Though you've labeled us enemy mine. Shaking in your boots, you're pissing in your pants hearing our voices roar. We're here we're queer and we're equal to you and we ain't takin' this shit anymore. We are human, black and white, deserving of the very rights you hold within your iron fist. Manipulation and the fear, the losing battle ends here, we no longer take your shit. Every woman, ever man, straight, queer, we take a stand. It isn't wrong to be gay. We'll stomp you out, stomp you out, vote your fuckin' party out cause we are the American way, yeah.


God is an Atheist

Standing at the corner with a bible in your hand, you're walking up to me cause you don't know where I stand. Gunna' fill me in with some fundamental laws. You silly little christian, let me tell you 'bout God. A lover of the pestilence, a vain and jealous schmuck, disgusted with humanity and no longer gives a fuck. An insecure prick with a Prozac dire need. I don't believe in heaven cause I don't believe in me. God is an atheist. Now I know what you may think, is this guy a fuckin' nut? Well hear me out a second, you silly little cunt. If Jesus is cumming, how do you know he isn't me? And what if he came back with a shitty self esteem? And now you know the story of the deity at hand and why the world is fuckin' shitty all across the land. I gave up on you people when you started to become bigot homophobics that remind me of scum.


Tornado

We're throwin' up a wind storm, throwin' up the hell fire. We're comin' up to throw it all around. We're bringin' down the whirlwind, smashin' every bitty thing. We're comin' on out. Better run for your life. A tornado is coming for you. We're bringin' down the house. We're tearin' up the front door. Smash it up and throw it all around. Can you hear the sound? The roarin' like a freight train. It's tearin' on up and it's coming for you. Body of a devil, dusty as a din, and the heart as black as the stroke of midnight. You better grab everything that you care about. Run like hell, baby, run for your life.


Burn, Motherfucker

Wanna' smell the burn as the tires hit the ground. Wanna' watch 'em run with panic all around. Wanna' see 'em question as they're runnin' for the hills, "Who's the fuckin' clown with the hands upon the wheel?" Wanna' smell the burn as I'm drivin' all around. Wanna' hear the grind with the rubber mownin' down. Sweating in the mask and I give the wheel a turn. Burn, motherfucker. Wanna' feel the runnin' of adrenaline inside. Lookin' all around for another one to die. Wanna' show 'em right from the wrong they did commit. Wanna' fuck 'em up and not fuckin' give a shit. Turning every corner just to see another face. Another motherfucker that I can fuckin' chase. Flashin' of a smile right behind the latex. You made me psychopathic and now you're fuckin' next. You had a pointy stick, now I shove it in your ass. I twist a little bit as I laugh and fuckin' laugh. This fantasy of mine has been breeding ever long. You could have stopped it then, but I'm just too fuckin' gone. So I wanna' smell the burn with the tires on the ground. Wanna' watch 'em run with the laughter all abound. The evil in my head is a'swimming and astir and every day I wish and everyday inside fuckin' burns.


Sweat & Mistletoe

Standing underneath the mistletoe, your body trembling. Quivers. Such a creature to behold. Your breasts aching to be touched. The snow falls outside the window as I kiss your neck and touch your hair. I've traveled many moons to be here tonight, but the only moon I want is yours. My lips touch slowly to your forehead. You close your eyes. You know what to do. Reach down farther. There you go. Open wide. I have a present for you. In the firelight your teeth glistens. Clenched tight. Does it hurt? From behind you feel so warm. Ho ho ho. Such a beautiful woman loving every moment as the temperature rises from our skin. Santa Claus is cumming, baby, underneath the mistletoe. Twas the night before Christmas. Dripping all through the house. Even on the kitchen table. Hope we didn't wake your spouse. Your stockings are on the floor. By the chimney I dress. I must be on my way now. I have deliveries to make. Wait, what was that? Did you hear that sound? He's got a knife.
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Pain Addiction
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So It Begins

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Samsara

Crawling, yeah, I'm crawling in this shithole of a brain. Falling, yeah, I'm falling in the never ending reign. Senses overwhelming, God damn my bitter soul. Trying to be stoic, but I'm about to lose control. Deep inside a burning rage neither god nor christ can alleviate. No pill can ever make me well, cause I'm in hell. Deep inside a fucking leech is feeding off my misery. In Samsara's where I dwell, yes I'm in hell. Aching to drown my bastardized sanity. (Calling) But it's calling the goblin in the machinery. A savage fuckin' horror show. No intermission is in sight. Can it just be a bad dream? Heh ... yeah right... Nailed to my shadow and it's pissing in the wind. A barbed wire attachment to a boiling vat within. Can it ever end? I beg to return to peace. Can this ever end without residing six feet deep?


Mourning Sun

I cannot speak, my tongue is tied and I want to hold you by my side. I cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say, "Please, baby, please just go away." I cannot speak, my tongue isn't free, and though I want to hold you close to me, I cannot speak, yeah, I cannot say "Please, baby, please just go the hell away!" I said run, rabbit, run! Run all night til the mourning sun! I cannot speak, situation unkind and there are many things that are on my mind. The shackles and the chains wrapped around my throat and they're strangling, they're strangeling my every cry. I cannot speak, I cannot talk and it's you with whom I wanna walk. But this hell I carved right into the past won't go away; will forever last! I cannot speak, my tongue is tied and how I wish to hold you right by my side. The hangman's noose ever near my back and it's prayin, and it's prayin, that I'll crack. So I cannot speak, I cannot talk, so please walk away from the hell I brought. From the hell I carved right into the past and it's shoved so far up my fucking ass!


Scorpio Lover

Touch me. Draw my fingers across your skin. Draw the warmth of your lips south and kiss me deep. Dance a waltz with the gun. Tango fiercely with the flesh. Bid me ready for festivities so I can make all your screams cum true. Take the cloth between your teeth. Bite down gently, firmly, grind. I will guide into your dark halo while you slowly close your eyes. And in the darkness, cum, endure. I kneel down with your waist in hand. Ride on like a brutal mare. Scratching, screaming, loving, bare. Passionate one, show me the raw of your sensuality. Show me the pain I know you love. Take all the pain until you cum. Within the pillows or the leather or the lace (where ever you choose to bury your face.) You know I love it as much as you; Scorpio lover, I lust you, too.


Illuminate

Please don't light a candle for me. There's no way to illuminate this darkness that's been creeping on me. It only seems to frustrate. Please don't cry a tear for me. I am not worth your salt. I'm a jilted master of destiny so this hell is all my fault. Please don't ache from the treachery. I am an ignorant fool. Full of caked on misery, yeah I'm a whiskey loving tool. The avalanche that's closing on me comes from my flesh per pound. So, Nero my friend, play me one more time while my Rome burns to the ground (I wanna watch it burn)


necRomance

Your soul wraps around mine each moment I look into your eyes. Only in black flame could I feel this. I am subjegated by your every beautiful flaw and I am enraptured by your gentleness. And I vow to never take you for granted and my love will be pure until I cease to exist. To give you every pleasure desired. Every part of you I will kiss. Come to me...


In Black Flame

When I taste you in my mind I know it's in black flame. The beast within wants to feel your touch. Your skin drives me insane. Your darkness whispers into my soul leaving bittersweet wretched pain. Your tongue running up and down my spine and I know it's all in vain. Creeping in the silence, baby. Creeping in the pain. Bring the devil closer as you're lighting of the flame. (In black flame) When your mouth fits like a glove I know it's in black flame. Dripping nectar from your love, we're one within black flame. Can you make my skeletons fade while you call my name? Can you make the amber mundane and chase the shadows from my brain? When you sing from electric waves the swell is in black flame. I bite my lip and rock gently like a victim from your grave.


Party til You're Dead

A slam back stare under manic panic hair. Yeah, slip into the crack cause the moon is full and bare. Demons are jumping and the music is pumping. Yeah the sound is really something when you slam without a care. The hair is whipping and the girls are stripping and the bodies are dripping and the skin is turning red. Nails are gripping and everybody's tripping. Little Death cums ripping, yeah, party til you're dead. A vampire's grace and the look upon the face and the echos in the chambers with the thumping of the bass. Tails and the fangs in the middle of the bang makes every demon hollar in the writhing of the gang.


He is Love

He's small and pale and spiney and His skin's a little tough. And I can feel His fibers crawl through my aorta. Passed on through saliva in a kiss and a smile. Makes a hunting wild man want to settle for a while. Cause He is love. He creeps along in my brain secreeting his shit. The chemical reaction is nothing short of bliss. I want this to last forever, but He's a sadist cause He knows His life expectancy ain't worth a bloody piss. Yeah, He is love. Makes me want to sing and dance in the rain or slit my wrists slowly and throw my life away. I don't know where He comes from or why he plays His tricks, but He's turned the once sane into a bipolar lunatic. Cause I'm in love.


American Gothic

God damn, she makes me wanna scream when she's getting right down with the devil in the deep. Marrow not inside the salivating bone, but I think she's got another plan. Taste the flavor on her lily white skin. A raven haired goddess that loves to bloody sin with teeth wrapped around an evil demon grin. Yeah, she makes me wanna scream! God damn! (I'm cumming all American) God damn I'm cumming to the bloody freak show. Take her hair right in my hand. Hour glass figure right in my hand. God damn she rides and I'm going hella mad. Grind like the devil, grind, grind like the devil, yeah. Scream his holy name while I'm drawing to the drain. Wrack your pretty body with endorphins and the pain. A bon fire rages and I'm trying everything to tame the bitch in heat. Yeah, my baby loves to dance. She's dancing for her freedom, yeah. She's grinding for an offering. So give right up everything that you can. Come to the freak (Come cum to the freak show.) She'll make your every dream arise. Her flesh is there to hypnotize. She'll suck you in and tantalize. Yeah, my baby loves to dance.


St. Homewrecker

It's that time of year, yeah, yeah, yeah, filled with Christmas cheer. I may be getting old, but I'll get my man this year. I don my ranger mask and, yeah, yeah, yeah paint my face a'gold. Raise my armpits in the air, yeah, "Death to Mr. Cringle!" I want to kill Santa Claus! I want to kill Father X! Flashback in the kitchen where I saw my mommy and a bearded man kissing, yeah, cheating on my old man now. My blood boiling now inside. I grip the gun behind the tree. I come around the corner and suddenly I see... Ho ho ho ho! (Run, rabbit ...) Merry Christmas, everybody! (Run, rabbit ...) RUN, RABBIT, RUN! Godammit! He got away again, but I'll be waiting patiently come this time next year. Every December I hear the song of mommy cheating with Santa Claus. Gunna rid the world of that homewrecker because I want to kill Santa Claus! I want to kill Father X!


"W"ar Criminal
(note: This song was written from the perspective of a soldier writing to George "W" Bush)

Dear, Mr. President, I'm choking in the sand. Laying here in a pool of bloody just trying to understand. I'm fighting for their freedom, to give em your gift of relief, but every time I see you I see nothing but a thief. My God! Bullets flying! My God! People dying! And you don't care! Profiteering off the miserable. My God! Families crying! My God! You're still lying! You cut 'n run! You are nothing but a war criminal! Yesterday I saw the bodies of a slaughtered man and wife. A caved in skull became his fate, from her throat stuck a knife. I tried to find the tears, but none fell on my face and I felt with every stop loss that I'll never leave this place. Dear, Mr. President, do you think of me when you're golfing with your friends? When you curl up to go to sleep? Is there something I can do to make you become aware? Cause I am not expendable, but you don't seem to care.



You're So Evil (It's Beautiful!)

Holy mother damn, she comes a slitherin'. A sight to feast upon for a backway fantasy. She come to bring me hell with her lovely little show. She'll find the weakness in my soul. The tail of the devil and the eyes of a wolf. You're so evil it's beautiful! The star, it swallows, and the moon is full. You're so evil it's beautiful! Standing by the fire with a burning in her veins. A bloody bloody pyre casts a glow upon her mane. The crack in the moon is given to the wick. She tastes so sweet, she looks so sick! She'd beg to differ, but she doesn't beg. Dancing on the wicked in her holy tartarus. The wanton leather lust, this busty succubus. I bow my head and she licks the skull. She's drop dead gorgeous, yeah, she's beautiful!
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A Hell of a Christmas (feat. Ministry)
©2010 A Fallen Mind
 
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Deck the halls with the testicles of a jolly man. Wreck the walls within my brain of how it began. I can not just let it be. That fucker destroyed my family. Now I sit and I wait and I plan. Jingle jangle jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to slay! Memories of a simple time inside my home. There they were on the kitchen table all alone. Mama's head moving all around. The fat man said, "Keep going down." Kissing underneath the mistletoe. Silent night, a deadly night for me! In my head it's laughing at me, and I'm stuck here in a padded room dreaming daily of your doom. Sanity left on the short bus, but I hope you have a hell of a christmas! Dreaming of my enemy crucified upon a tree. Deck the halls with your jolly nuts. I want to give you a hell of a christmas, man. Fantasizing of a head upon a stick. Wrap the intestines all around my bloody dick. I'll wear his face just like a mask and shove a candy cane right up his ass. I wonder why the doctors think I'm sick? Walking in this twisted wonderland. You'll never catch me, I'm the gingerbread man! The day has finally come ... it's time to go home ... Cut the throat of everyone in front of me. Now I'm on the run with a scalpel up my sleeve. I told them I had to get away, but they all said I had to stay. Now they know why I shouldn't get too angry. Santa Claus is coming into town! Gotta find a way for him to be found! Getting close to home and I'm hyper now!
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Wheels on the Bus (heavy metal version)