Hell

by Michael Psycho

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released October 4, 1988

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Michael Psycho Sacramento, California

Born and raised in the Boston area, exiled to Sacramento California during the historic Forced March of 1984. Creator of DIY classics such as the 1990 vinyl slab named "Think" (re-released on SS Records in 2014). The world is his playpen. He always gets what he wants in the end. He has the uncanny ability to witness karma and schadenfreude simultaneously. People in "I ♥ Haters" shirts hate him. ... more

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Track Name: Rat Race
You’ve got your rat race, and I’ve got my own thing to do.
You don’t need me, and I’m sure I don’t need you.
You’ve got your rat race, and it shows in the lines on your face.
You’re going to die young, and in days, you’ll soon be replaced.
Track Name: Modern Romance
You must be insane
Thinking you can start my flame
I know your type girl
I’ve seen you across the world

Modern romance
Isn’t worth the chance
Thanks for the chance, but
I want to live

I’ve met girls like you before
Treat your sex like the corner store
Hit the clubs when they want to play
When you’re through throw the dude away
Track Name: Walk Like A Virgin
WORK.
EARN.
SEE.
LISTEN.
DRIVE.
SPEND.
BUY.

Walk like a virgin…
Track Name: Sleazebags
If you give them an inch
They’ll take the world
And they won’t take “no” for an answer
Give ‘em your time
And they’ll give you trouble
Take you on a demolition ride

Because they’re

Sleazebags, sleazebags and they’re everywhere
Sleazebags, sleazebags and they don’t care

They came around one day
Worse than the bubonic plague
At least that would kill me real soon.
They came by, made themselves at home
Drank my beer and smoked my smokes
Then went off upon their merry way
Track Name: Business Management
Oh, I run a sales office with about fourteen people and they all do the same
job so I treat 'em like robots.

Oh, I wear bourgeoise business suits and go on business trips
to some little island off of San Diego.

Oh, I hate to be mean, but I'll admit that I'm human,
'cause when I fire someone, Hell, it ruins my dinner.

Oh, I could get promoted but could also get fired
but at least I can fall back on the Army Reserve.

(Who knows... someday... regional manager!)
Track Name: Words
Lyrics/Music: M. Psycho © 1987 Black Hole Media Co. All Rights Reserved.
Track Name: Hypocrite
Hypocrite, you're just a hypocrite
You say you give a damn, but you don't give a shit
You're just a hypocrite

Look at you
You don't know what you say (anymore).
One day you'll understand
And maybe change your plans
Not be a hypocrite.

Hypocrite
You're just a hypocrite
One day you'll understand
And maybe change your plans
Not be a hypocrite

Hypocrite?
Why don't you get off my ass?
Get off your ass and leave
And give me room to breathe
You fuckin' hypocrite!
Track Name: Fast Food Dictator
So you own a “restaurant”- big deal.
You don’t care how the employees feel.
You make them work long hours, even when they’re sick.
You’re a rude, inconsiderate, selfish prick!

Fast food dictator, don’t care about a thing,
As long as the profits keep rolling on in.

When a worker gets sick, you start debates.
Your turnover’s faster than the world birth rate.
Yeah, show ‘em you’re the boss, show ‘em you’re no wimp.
You’d be much more appropriate as a pimp.
Track Name: Peter Principle
Like an ego competition,
Always showing off.
You'll reach your incompetence,
And soon you'll fade to off.

Peter Principle
Will catch up to you.
When that day comes,
It's curtains for you.

Always climbing up the ladder,
Never end your course.
As for your dumb, endless struggle,
I feel no remorse.

Peter Principle
Will catch up to you.
When that day comes,
It's curtains for you.

Time is clicking on the clock.
Your life is its refrain.
Turns into one bad acid trip,
Like stuck in heavy rain.

I saw you the other day,
Looked like you'd been through war.
Scraping, climbing up the ladder
In the social war.
Track Name: A Classic Couple
Just an egocentric
And a well-known prude
He’s always feeling her out
And she thinks it’s rude
But she lets him do it anyway
That’s how they get their kicks
And everybody likes them
What a pair of pricks!

His brain is mispositioned
Hers doesn’t even exist
He’s always cheating on her
And she’s never missed
Well, it’s a stupid situation
But that’s how they get their kicks

And everybody likes them
What a pair of pricks!

They’re having so much fun
They go to parties too
They keep their noses high
Above me and you

They’re just phony little losers
But that’s how they get their kicks
And everybody likes them

What a pair of pricks!
Track Name: Poetic Chaos
I heard somebody told you
I’m not too well upstairs
I know that they’re all liars
But still, it’s just not fair
When I know that you can hear me knocking when you are at home
When you never answer when I call you on the telephone
That sucks!

I know somebody told you
To get away from me now
But I’m not the Charlie Manson type
Or some other dangerous clown
Sometimes I get so damned depressed
But only when I’m down

From you!

Why you get so angry? You don’t even see me
How you get so angry? You don’t even see me
Shouldn’t I be angry? Ha! You never see me
Shouldn’t I be angry

Instead?

I guess I’ll change my attitude
You just don’t care anymore
And so I’ll feel the same way
My senses are restored

Why should I go for a girl who doesn’t really care?
Who can take this anymore? I’m not getting anywhere

From you!
Track Name: Two Gooey Guys
There's these two guys I know
They should screw each other
They're both evil, they're both sleazy
Perfect for each other
I'm not gay, & neither are they
But they still should fuck
And I heard one of them
Was a butt pirate once

There's these two guys I know
They should screw each other
They're both evil, they're both sleazy
Perfect for each other
Why don't they run off together
And get hitched in Reno
Have a big turd the next morning
Name it as their child

There's these two guys I know
They should screw each other
They're both evil, they're both sleazy
Perfect for each other
I don't want them near me
They both reek of scum
Why don't they run off together
And fuck each other into oblivion
Track Name: Puppet
How many times have I told you
You’ve got no strings on me
A trained servant in this world
Is not the thing to be
I’ve got my own freedom now
I’m not your little ploy
I’m taking off for better things
Go play with other toys.

I’m not your puppet anymore
Gonna cut my strings and pack my things
And walk right out the door

And one more thing let’s make it clear
I’m not the stupid type
Your phony threats don’t work for me
Or even your dumb hype
I’ve got responsibility
I’m not your little stooge
You don’t own me and well besides
I’ve nothing left to prove
Track Name: Eat It for Jesus
Eat it for Jesus
Swallow that cookie
Or Sister Dorothy
Beats you up
Eat it for Jesus
Swallow that host
Or you’re chastised
‘Til you throw up
Jesus is lord
To the second-graders
Persecuted in the Catholic school
So be good boys
And good girls
Swallow that cookie
Eat it for Jesus

Eat it for Jesus
Swallow that cookie
Eat it for Jesus
Choke on that host

Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
But sisters in the Catholic school
Have ruined You to shame.
Track Name: Fuck
They like to judge what I am
That I do evil work
They like to spit on my name
About seven days a week
Sit the fuck down
Shut the fuck up

What’s eating you, wrong day?
No difference to me
I like to think that what I am
Can’t compare to what I’ve proved
Sit the fuck down
Shut the fuck up

You’re so right, I understand
I don’t need it
Your opinions
Don’t mean a thing to me
Sit the fuck down
Shut the fuck up
Track Name: Cunt
She’s a stupid cunt
An airheaded cunt
Fucking with your mind
Is her way of having fun

She’s a stupid cunt
There’s no doubt about it

She’s a stupid cunt
She fills your head with shit
And then she turns around
And tells people you’re a twit

She’s a stupid cunt
She can’t even think
She don’t need a family
She needs a shrink

She’s a stupid cunt
An airheaded cunt
A fucked up cunt
A trendy, wimpy cunt
But I don’t care
She can’t fool me
I’m smart enough to see
That she’s just a stupid cunt!
Track Name: World Takeover
Gather ‘round ye people, come and listen to the news, hey!
I’m gonna take over the world tomorrow, I’ve paid up all my dues.
I’m gonna take over… that ain’t no crap.
I’m gonna take over… with all the nuts on my side.
All the lunatics.
All the crazy bastards.

All my friends and relatives, they all think I’m crazy.
They’d better all watch out.

‘Cause when I take over the world tomorrow,
They’re gonna be all shot.

I’m gonna take over… that ain’t no crap.
I’m gonna take over… with all the nuts on my side.
All the lunatics.
All the crazy bastards.
‘Cause I’m a left-wing radical, and a cosmic revolutionary,
And a spiritual revolutionary,
And a Groucho Marxist,
And a John Ono Lennonist,
And I’m very nuts.
Yes, I’m very nuts, and I’ll have you all saying,
Yeah I’ll have you all swaying,
I’ll have you going “HAIL PSYCHO!”
I’ll have you wailing “HAIL PSYCHO!”
Yeah right like “HATE PSYCHO!”
Hell, I’d probably get shot before I could do anything.
Yeah I’d probably get shot just like anyone else
Who tries to take over.
That ain’t no crap…
Who tries to take over
With all the nuts on their side…