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MARILYN MANSON: PORTRAIT OF AN AMERICAN FAMILY
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Prelude (Family Trip)
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There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're going
Or which way the winds are blowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is the hurricane blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
(Stop the boat.)
Cake and Sodomy
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(I am the god of fuck. I am the god of fuck.)
Virgins sold in quantity. Herded by heredity
Redneck burn out mid-west mind. Who said date rape isn't kind?
Porno nation, evaluation
What's this, "Time for segration"?
Libido, libido, fascination
Too much oral defacation
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 vasoline
TV fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and dick on the 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.
White trash get down on your knees. Time for cake and sodomy.
White trash get down on your knees. Time for cake and sodomy.
Lunchbox
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(Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal.)
On we plow
The big bully tried to stick his finger in my chest
Tried to tell me, tell me he's the best
I don't really give a good goddamn
Cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
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
Got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down
Wanna go out gotta get down to the playground
Gotta throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
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 be
So no one fucks with me
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
Organ Grinder
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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 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 wanna 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 you 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
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Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascara clouded vision
She is dead
Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
She got a pin-pricked spiral hole
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
Cyclops dying in her shell
Guilt got her trapped and 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
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all
Dialate
Dialate
Dope hat
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(The great Hoo-Doo will perform a feat of prestidigitation)
I take it to 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 to grin
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
(Prepare to meet your doom....HAIL!)
Failed 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
Failed 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 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
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Goddamn your richeous 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 richeous hand
Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Goddamn
Pseudo-Morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgement
And goodguy 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,
Get your Gunn, get your Gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgement
And goodguy 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 you selective judgement
And goodguy badges don't mean a fuck to me
Get your Gunn, get your Gunn,
Get your Gunn, get your Gunn.
Wrapped in Plastic
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Guilt is the snake we beat with the 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, don't want to go now
Drove the childrem from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast calling it near
Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here
Stay, don't want to go now
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?
I know the steak is cold, but it's warpped 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 you skin
The righteous father wears the yellows grim
Don't wanna go now
Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wannna go now
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic
Dogma
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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 favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hat, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Sweet Tooth
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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
I want you more when you're afraid of 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
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine
Her hair hangs in swollen strings
I'm choking on here, 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 wan't you more when you're afraid of me
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine
Snake Eyes and Sissies
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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 lime
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
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 ine, yours is mine, todl you fuckers, 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 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
I ain't no working' man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
My Monkey
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I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my mokey 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, knocked my mokey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey
"Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(What I make is what I am, I can't be 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
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo-choo, knocked my mokey 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
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Man in the front got a sinister grim, 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 grim, 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
Blood is pavement