Альбом Hole

Retard girl makes us sick
Retard, poke her with a stick
Well, she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
God, I hate that retard girl
See the retard girl walking in the schoolyard
In the same dress from fourth grade
See the retard girl cross-eyed in the schoolyard
Looking for the friend she made
The retard girl, retard girl
The retard girl
Yeah, don't forget her face
As shines the moon among the lesser fires
She is sucking dick out in the yard
Well, she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
God, I hate that retard girl
Hey, the retard girls all walk funny
She don't think like the others do
See the retard girl squirming in the mud
Throw her in the trash can
See what she does
The retard girl, retard girl
The retard girl
Yeah, don't forget a face
I asked her mother, "Why'd you implode?"
Well, her head's so big
It just might explode
And she walks funny
Kind of like a pig
God, I hate that retard girl
Hit her
See that retard girl staring at the sun
What does she see?
See the retard girl stare at everyone
I hope she doesn't see me
Retard girl, the retard girl
The retard girl
Yeah, don't forget her face
Retard girl
The retard girl
The retard girl
Don't throw her away

She's a bimbo playing on the damn phone

I can really fuck you up, yeah
Because I'm the demon buttercup
You have to spit to see the shine
I see the carcass in your eyes

Before I go to sleep
Get it away from me

See the demon whore has eyes
Well, everything you look at dies
I gotta run up the phone bill
Because I'm a loser buttercup, uh-huh

Before I fall in too
Baby, I don't owe you

I could really suck you in
And you'll never see the light again
I gotta run up your phone bill
Because I'm a loser buttercup, uh-huh

Oh, I just want more
Baby, I just get bored

It'll come down and look you in the eye
The way you're gonna go with no place to die
My water breaks like turpentine
I sit dead in the sacrifice
You get to watch, you get to watch
Now you get to watch me die
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
I see you standing, whatever for?
All the lads know I like it cold and raw
Who really knows where the ruby rides?
I see all the sick reflections in your ruby eyes
And I know all you devils by your Christian names
And I know all you bitches by your Christian names
You get to watch, I get to watch
Now I get to watch you die
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
Acrid, syphilic coteries
Put your head up over your legs
Count backwards from infinity
Eat the rose and the dirt it grows in
They don't even know what hole that's supposed to go in
And now you're mad and you're slapping me
It stinks up here in the junkie tree
You get to watch, you get to watch
Now you get to watch me die
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
Acrid, syphilic coteries
Put your legs up over your head
I've been walking to your suicide
See the human hometown suicide
I've ceased to exist on the Christmas list
I've ceased to exist in your disease
I lie right down, baby, give it to me
I lie right down
Nowhere to walk, backwards, forwards
Nowhere to walk, backwards, forwards
Nowhere to walk, backwards, forwards
Nowhere to walk, backwards, forwards
Nowhere to walk, black was gold
Nowhere...

JOHNNIES IN THE BATHROOM

Dear Diary,
I was standing in a bus stop today and they must have known I wanted to be
a model, so I'm gonna call them tomorrow. Won't be long before I'm in all
the big rock videos. The most incredible thing happened to me in Odella last
weekend; that's why I'm writing. You see, I met this guy...

Hey, wow
Wow, what's going on up there?
Did you have dinner yet?
Who wants dinner when you can get a goddamn good dick up your ass?
(laughs)
Oh, I need you girl
Huh?
I need you girl
You need me, boy?
Yeah....yeah, I need you too
Huh?
I need you too, baby

Dear Diary,
I can't write a lot; Johnnie's in the bathroom. I met him in Shasta tonight
and he's just incredible. He's got this long, straight, black hair and he
wears all this silver jewelry, velvet pants, black boots, etc.

I love your big muscles
It's a lickable pussy
Hi baby, how you doin?
Well, all y'all want some pussy?
Well, all y'all grab on the Soul Train line and get it
...guitarist for the Black Band Babies and we went in a doghouse...