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 
POST
!!!!

MARILYN MANSON - todas as letras pra celebrar o álbum novo vindouro

como próximo 11 de setembro, Meister Manson lançará álbum novo – We Are Chaos – e eu sou fã do cara, os próximos posts conteriam inicialmente somente as letras de seus álbuns oficiais de estúdio. todavia, como tem as demos pré-Portrait of an American Family, de 1994 – quando ainda era Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids –, elas também serão inclusas. 

então simbora começar.

GRIST-O-LINE
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

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
POST
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