MUSCLEHEAD (Ginoli)

You could call it health
You could call it vanity
You could call it, you could call it
Steroid insanity
Right now you’re strong as a brick wall
But everything that rises
Has someday got to fall
Musclehead

You gotta change your image
To fit in with the pack
Pumpin’ up your muscles
Until you’re looking stacked
Cranked up on speed and crystal meth
You’re probably gonna
Fuck yourself to death
Musclehead

You used to look so hot,
But now you think you’re hotter
Following the sheep,
They’re leading you to slaughter
You are as dull as a brick wall
I don’t want anything
To do with you at all
Musclehead!

YOUR LOSS (Ginoli)

One night of debauchery
One night you next to me
I made you shiver, shudder and shake
Guess I was more than you could take

Cause that was it, no calls returned
Wanting more, feeling burned
And it’s Your Loss
What you coulda had with me

I gave you everything
You asked for and more
Now you leave me stranded
Knocking at your door

I was your good thing
The best night you’ve had
You’re such a fool
For treating me so bad

Cause that was it, you’ll never know
How bad you blew it, how far it would go
Now it’s Your Loss
What you coulda had with me

I could pour my heart out
Till I’m blue in the face
But any way you slice it
I have been replaced

So I’ll tell my story
To the one who loves me best
Sit here alone
Talkin’ to myself

Cause that was it, no calls returned
Wanting more, feeling burned
And it’s Your Loss
What you coulda had–
Cause that was it, one night in bed
You must be a vampire, how I’ve bled
And it’s Your Loss, Your Loss
What you coulda had with me

I KNOW YOUR TYPE (Freeman)

I know your type
You’re the type who wants it all
You’re the type who wants a ball
Thrown in your name completely hyped

I know your type
You’re the type who intercedes
You’re the type who will succeed
While all the others whine and gripe

I know your type
I know your type
Infatuations follow you
I know your type
Continuation of your newfound recipe
He’s funny and he’s hip
It’s really too bad
That you won’t notice when he’s swiped
He’s not your type

I know your type
A situation’s about to brew
I know your type
Continuation of your newfound recipe
A better way to be
It’s really too bad
The others can’t live up to your stripe
They’re not your type
But you’ll pretend to feel the pain
When you think you have something to gain
From playing a stereotype

And I think that I’ll refrain
From picking fruit that’s overripe
I know your type
And I’m not your type

NEIGHBORS OF THE BEAST (Ginoli)

6-6-4, right next door,
6-6-8, the very next gate
6-6-3, across the street
Hail Satan!
We’re the neighbors of the beast

The devil had us over
For a backyard barbecue
The flames flared high upon his grill
Without lighter fluid

So I said to the devil,
How do your flames rise up so well?
He pointed to the ground and said,
It’s the Bar-B-Que pit from hell!

6-6-4, right next door,
6-6-8, the very next gate
6-6-3, across the street
Hail Satan!
We’re the neighbors of the beast

The devil takes his garbage out,
The devil mows his lawn
I guess he pays his taxes
He’s lived there for so long

You might think it’s scary
To have Satan on my street
But I’m a lot more scared
Of those fundamentalist Bible-thumping creeps

6-6-4, right next door,
6-6-8, the very next gate
6-6-3, across the street
Hail Satan!
We’re the neighbors of the beast