Heavy Petting Zoo

Partly owned to her house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used a diaphram
Put back into the case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I don't wanna know
Cheat me
I don't wanna know
Children play in the yard
Mother stares at a wall
Father says he's gonna be back late
So don't wait up
About a quarter to 3
Father stares at a wall
Stained thicker than water
Who's gonna clean it up

She's been around a couple years
Tasted 31 flavors there's only one
She really hates that would be you
The blandest one don't make her fold
And that's what she likes to hear the noise

Liza's been around the block
She's currently a femme bitch top
A giant step from old Louise
Now she's the one who's on the prey

She used to wear her hair short low
Determing her preference
She didn't like that dynamic
Trading in her flannel shirts
She even bought herself some boots

Miss Terrence sellers any
She's got more power feminine
She knows the power incites fear
And it's that fear
Which makes her wet
She's goin to the Tribe 8 show
Plenty of boychicks to choose from
It's the calyx of isis
She'll find a bottom young + butch
She'll tell her
'i won't hurt you much
unless of course
you want me to.'

A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents
No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street
Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden
Not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind
Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you
The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye
To all responsibility you never wanted it man
Wasting time whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time
Kick back free meals
A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals
No work no fuckin pay
Cardboard condiminium by the bay
You're between the red i black and you're never goin' back
To all responsibilty cause
You never wanted it man

He won the race the judges concluded
He was the better man he had the will to win
A hesitation a one time show or place
His self would not allow he had to be the best

He had denied his urges cause they would of
drained his strength that battle had been one
with side effects a few
He may have dropped the world
He could not have let us down
Dana has gone away
I hope she's in a better place

She aced the test a grade above the rest
of the class the class felt the curve a 93%
was not enough to feed her fix
She needs that perfect score
The endorphin rush she loved
It would opiate her

She had denied all allgations of her loneliness
That battle had been won with scars still under wraps
She may have dropped the world
She would not let us down
Endorphin rush she loved
She may have dropped the world

She'll have another piece of pie
She'll have a double reuben rye
She kicks hard at eating well
That's why I love her

She's got a couple of pony kegs
Her arms are bigger than my legs
And when she holds me I can't breathe
That's why I love her

I'm her butter she' my bread
She's like a mobile waterbed
And hwen I got on top of her
I can't touch the mattress

And when her flesh begins to sag
She's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
She's my insulation

I always know where she sat
And when she's on me I get flat
Some broken ribs a punctured gut
That's why I love her

She's my phillie I'm her stud
Her bean is bigger than my pud
It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
That's why I love her

Mr. McCarthy killed the light he didn't wake his lovely wife
He left the key inside the door, woke up on the wrong side of the bed
She can't remember what he said but she sure knew what he had done
Little choices in a, a little town maybe a, little man is right to be afraid
Biblic moralization, identity frustration, confused man cannot know his heart
So he may be fucking her, but he's thinking about him
Catherine McKinnon does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist
A crusader who fights the patriarch. But what she really hates is sex
Simple solutions created by black+white thinking. Too bad the world not work that way.
Catherine should be busy porkin, that dolt Andrea Dworkin
I think they need a good hard fuck
Cause she may be off her back now she needs to get off ours
The little man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone
He doesn't love her, she really don't care
Two victims of the black and white

There's something wrong
with the kids in my neighborhood
They always listen to music
They disregard civil disobedience
They'd rather do what they're told
They don't drink or fuck off
They sit home, and read, expand their minds

There's something wrong with
the kinds in my cul de sac
Their always goin to church
They dress well and they're
Speaking articulate
They show eachother respect
They're never late, don't joke
or break rules
They eat right, study hard
They like school

There's something wrong