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MARILYN MANSON & THE SPOOKY KIDS
1990
DUNE BUGGY
CAKE AND SODOMY
I am the god of fuck
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
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
I am the god of fuck
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
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
MEAT FOR A QUEEN
Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplication congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
And your falsities and your falsities
And your falsified sexuality
You can't prove anything that happened yesterday... now is the only thing that's real
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something something something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
I'm meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
You can't prove anything... you can't prove anything
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And Satan is your sorry excuse
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
You can't prove anything that happened yesterday... now the only thing that's real
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And Satan is your sorry excuse
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
You can't prove anything
SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND
Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
THE BEAVER MEAT CLEAVER BEAT
MARILYN MANSON & THE SPOOKY KIDS
1990
WHITE KNUCKLES
Smack dab flat on my back
Solid ground beginning to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg my hand a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet, body like sand
Her place distaste we fell from grace
Red smears across our face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
RED (IN MY) HEAD
Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate, viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate
I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
Well, I know some tricks
And I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Red, red in my head
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red they call me red
Red, in bed
The girl
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
STRANGE SAME DOGMA
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn
Strange same dogma, on and on
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
We don't viscerate
Your mind masturbates
...
(SAM), SON OF MAN
Rise up Son of Man
New York city's Son of Sam
With a gun in hand
He reaps the women of our land
Blood and family
Does his death depravity
Keep out of his way
Live to lie another day
(He picked up a .44 caliber gun
To shoot her down, down)
He was told to kill
Dogs and Demons gave him will
Fear and roaming nights
Some remember hating life
(Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl)
Now the time is here
For Son of Sam to spread fear
Father, Holy Ghost
Wicked son who kills the most
(Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge)
(Down, down, down...)
Gunshots full of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Son of Sam killed again
(Down, down, down...)
JUNK THE MAGIC DRAGON
Mellow yellow acid kiss
Warhol painted callio-trips
Spining, spining, spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
[?]
Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles or something
I need smiles on my lips
Oh, but it gives incentives
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My stone black jeans look just real fine
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
[?]
THE TELEPHONE
Another night of too much cough syrup
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes
And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty
Again the ringing
Slowly I bustle out of bed
The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest
Again the ringing
Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
As to not display my manhood to others
There I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to precede my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green
Again the ringing
I shake twice like most others
And I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain
Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs
I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
I mean cigars
In his easy chair
I know all about easy chairs
And then I sing a song for my friends
Jesus is my boyfriend
You can't have him
Because Jesus is my boyfriend
Ringing ringing
Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing
I walk into the kitchen and I
Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard
Since it keeps ringing I know it's her
And since it keeps ringing she knows it's me
(We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a darker day
So let's start killing
There's a choice you're making
We're sparing our own lives
It's true we'll make a darker day
Just you and me)
I.V.-TV
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Society snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
TV minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Introveneous TV feeds
Bedroom violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the sky
Stab the clouds and watch them cry
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life
Clouds go by children run
Gulls do nosedives in the sun
Water falling from a spout
Into wanting thirsty mouths
Black sun came and changed out name
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life
All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Endless blinding cathode light
AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL
MARILYN MANSON & THE SPOOKY KIDS
1991
NEGATIVE 3
Give me your blood, your teeth
Your high school pictures
Your words can't begin to
Satisfy my needs (yeah)
Give me your hand I'll never
Give you flowers
Your touch can't begin to
Satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time
You can't save you
Nothing comes between you and i
Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know you know
It's one part you and three parts me (yeah)
Show me your scars
Show me your broken mirrors
Your dreams can't begin to
Satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time
You can't hide from me
Can't hide what's inside, in your mind...
Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know you know
It's one part you and three parts me (yeah)
Don't know what you see
In my negativity
I know you know
It's one part you and three parts me (yeah)
Always has been and always will be
Three parts me
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
CHOKLIT FACTORY
here was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out"
Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit?
One boy entertained by
The torments of another soul
Touching was confusing
And he found he was all alone
He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit
Sweets soaked insecurities
And sugar teased his need to kill
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far
Where's the-where's the choklit?
They came hypnotized by
The promise in his somber grin
He saw s-s-s-something
In the weakness of their skin
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go much too far
Little surprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous
Is it raining is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
Not showing signs of slowing
Any sign that they are slowing
Faster faster faster faster...
Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity
Polaroids to covet
And bones to hide in 213
Peel back, the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know and some go...
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
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
THE FAMILY JAMS
MARILYN MANSON
1992
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
STRANGE SAME DOGMA
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn
Strange same dogma, on and on
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
We don't viscerate
Your mind masturbates
...
LET YOUR EGO DIE
The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her, side
...You fucking die...
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Die, die, die, die
And I say you fucking die
THINGMAKER
You want to look like me
You want to act like me
You've got no sense of your own identity
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we
That's not what I want to be
Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
I said fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time
I've made up my mind
Get out of my life, you motherfucker
It's about time, made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel
So, fuck you!
You suck my energy, my personality
You steal, steal, steal from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery
So you're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
Fuck you!
I don't want to know you, I don't want to know
It's about time
I've made up my mind
Get out of my life, you motherfucker
It's about time, made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel
Fuck you!
You want to worship me then just worship me
Don't even try to be
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
Fuck you
Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery
So, you're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a fucking thief
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know you
WHITE KNUCKLES
Smack dab flat on my back
Solid ground beginning to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg my hand a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet, body like sand
Her place distaste we fell from grace
Red smears across our face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
LUCI IN THE SKY WITH DEMONS
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick
I'll spread me open
Stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches
You try to die
I know your poison
In our space we'll, lie
God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody
To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
Worships worships worships Satan
It's just so that they can do anything...
A religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand
Your sick
Your sick
Your sick and you're gunna stay sick
Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
I met a big fat bug in the devil
Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell
The devil is just an excuse...
Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
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