Organ Grinder

I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want, what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being
Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You’re not gonna hear what he don’t want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him
«Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey»
The black keys
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
They try to blink me not to think me
Don’t want to bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers
My prison skin’s an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad
I am your son, your dad, your fag, I am your fad
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
«Here we are children, come and get your lollipops! Lollipops! Come along my
little ones»
«If there are children here my friend, you will die!»
Here is my real head, here is my real head
Here is my real head, here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me
Here is my real head