MARILYN MANSON - PORTRAIT OF AN AMERICAN FAMILY - 1994

MARILYN MANSON
PORTRAIT OF AN AMERICAN FAMILY
1994
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PRELUDE (THE FAMILY TRIP)

:: letra de Marilyn Manson e Roald Dahl ::

There's no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're going

Or which way the wind is blowing

Is it raining? Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Oh, the fires of hell are glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes! The danger must be growing (Faster! Faster!)

For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!)

And they're certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)

Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)

Stop the boat.

CAKE AND SODOMY

I am the god of fuck

(Go on and smile, you cunt)

Virgins sold in quantity

Herded by heredity

Redneck, burnout, midwest mind

Who said date rape isn't kind?

Porno nation, evaluation

What's this, time for segregation

Libido, libido fascination

Too much oral defecation

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

I am the god of fuck

VCRs and Vaseline

TV fucked by plastic queens

Cash in hand and dick on screen

Who said God was ever clean?

Bible belt 'round Anglo waist

Putting sinners in their place

Yeah right, great, if you're so good

Explain the shit stains on your face

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

Time for cake and sodomy

White trash get down on your knees

Time for cake and sodomy

LUNCHBOX

Bring me down

On we plow

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest

Try to tell me, tell me he's the best

But I don't really give a good goddamn 'cause

I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well

I wanna grow up

I wanna be a big rock and roll star

I wanna grow up

I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

I got my pencils in my pocket, try to put me down

Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground

Gonna throw down at the playground

I wanna go out

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal

Next motherfucker

Pow, pow, pow

Pow, pow, pow

Pow, pow, pow

Pow, pow, pow

Yeah

I wanna grow up

I wanna be a big rock and roll star

I wanna grow up

I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

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

CYCLOPS

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head

Mascara clotted vision she is fed

Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all

She got a pin-prick-spiral hole

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Cyclops woman dying in her shell

Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well

Cyclops woman is the eye of the world

Who's reflection's in the retina

She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Dialate, dialate

DOPE HAT

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control

The children love the show

But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes

Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in

The crowd begins the grin

But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

It's no surprise

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic

My big top tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that

My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise

Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes

They will bite the hand if it is slower than

The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic

My big top tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

Chicanery will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

GET YOUR GUNN

Goddamn your righteous hand

I eat innocent meat

The housewife I will beat

The prolife I will kill

What you won't do I will

I bash myself to sleep

What you sow I will reap

I scar myself you see

I wish I wasn't me

I am the little stick

You stir me into shit

I hate therefore I am

Goddamn your righteous hand

Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord

Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak

But your Selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me

I throw a little fit

I slit my teenage wrist

The most that I can learn

Is in records that you burn

Get your gunn, get your gunn

Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak

But your selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me

I am the VHS

Record me with your fist

You want me to save the world

I'm just a little girl

Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak

But your selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me

Get your gunn, get your gunn

Get

WRAPPED IN PLASTIC

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake

To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake

Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies

Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly

Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay

Rob the children from their chores

Handcrafted housewives into whores

Fear of the beast is calling it near

Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here

Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay

Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

Come into our home, won't you stay?

But it's wrapped in plastic

I'm only as deep as the self that I dig

I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig

Thin and so white, thin and so white

Daddy tells the daughter

While mommy's sleeping at night

To wash away sin you must take off your skin

The righteous father wears the yellowest grin

Don't wanna go now

Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay

Come into our home, won't you stay?

I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

Come into our home, won't you stay?

But it's wrapped in plastic

DOGMA

Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn the witches, burn the witches

Good is the thing that you favour, Evil is your sour flavour

You cannot sedate all the things you hate

Good is the thing that you favour, Evil is your sour flavour

I don't need your hate, I decide my fate

You cannot sedate all the things you hate

I don't need your hate, I decide my fate

Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches

Burn the witches, burn the witches

SWEET TOOTH

Her heart shivers in my hand

She's melting on me like cotton candy

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of my

Disease, disease is draining me

Anymore you're not so pretty please

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

Her hair hangs in swollen strings

I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of my

Disease, disease is draining me

Anymore you're not so pretty please

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

SNAKE EYES AND SISSIES

Wrench is just a household god

But I carry mine with pride

I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile

Run you down without a twitch,

Your car's just not as big as mine

Tear the son out of your bitch

And sprinkle your remains with lye

I ain't no working man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man

I use up all I can

I've got the slacker's hand

My afternoon's remote control

Daydream milk and genocide

Tranquility with broken knees,

Silly putty enemies

Butter knife in your side

What I got I got for free,

Middle finger technology

What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine

Snake eyes for sissies

I ain't no working man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can,

I got the slacker's hand

I was prophesied by Shangri-La,

I am the leader of the pack

I am the pedophile's dream

A messianic Peter Pan

Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man

I ain't no working man,

I do the best I can,

I got the devil's hand

Rollin' sixes

I am the habit man,

I use up all I can,

I got the slacker's hand

(oh no, oh no)

MY MONKEY

I had a little monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

At least he looks that way

But then again don't we all

What I make is what I am, I can't be forever

I had a little monkey

I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

Poor little monkey

Make you... break you... make you... break you... look out

What I make is what I am, I can't live forever

We are our own wicked gods

With little g's and big dicks

Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

I had a little monkey and I sent him to the country

And I fed him on gingerbread

Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo

And now my monkey's dead

The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection

Of his own mind's dissonance

MISERY MACHINE

Man in the front got a sinister grin

Careen down highway 666

We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends

The needles grow

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement

We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema

To the abbey of Thelema

Blood is pavement

The grill in the front is my sinister grin

Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick

The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement

We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema

To the abbey of Thelema

Blood is pavement

When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden

I am fueled by filth and fury

Do what I will, I will hurry there, there

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement...

Go home to your mother!

Doesn't she ever watch you?

Tell her this isn't some communist day care center

Tell your mother I hate her

Tell your mother I hate you!

...

I want my son off of your mailing list

I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail

My next stop is my attorney

I do not want this number called anymore and I do not want anything delivered to my address

If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted

Thank you and good bye

DOWN IN THE PARK

(Argentinian Bonus Track)

(banda: Tubeway Army)

(letra: Gary Numan)

Down in the park

Where the machmen meet the machines

And play 'kill-by-numbers'

Down in the park with a friend called 'five'

I was in a car crash

Or was it the war

But I've never been quite the same

Little white lies like "I was there"

Come to "zom-zom's" a place to eat

Like it was built in one day

You can watch the humans

Trying to run

Oh look there's a rape machine

I'd go outside if he'd look the other way

You wouldn't believe

The things they do

“We are not lovers

We are not romantics

We are here to serve you”

A different face but the words never change

Down in the park

Where the chant is “death, death”

Until the sun cries morning

Down in the park with friends of mine

BROWN BAG

(Argentinian Bonus Track)

On we plow

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest

Try to tell me, tell me he's the best

But I don't really give a good goddamn cause

I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well

I wanna grow up

I wanna be a big rock and roll star

I wanna grow up

I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down

Wanna go out, gotta get out

To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground

I wanna go out

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal

Next motherfucker

Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow

I wanna grow up

I wanna be a big rock and roll star

I wanna grow up

I wanna be

So no one fucks with me

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
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