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from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas (팀 버튼의 크리스마스 악몽) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1994)
(Shadow)
Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? (Siamese shadow) Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween (Pumpkin patch chorus) This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night (Ghosts) This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright It's our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween (Creature under the bed) I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red (Man under the stairs) I am the one hiding under yours stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair (Corpse chorus) This is Halloween, this is Halloween (Vampires) Halloween, Halloween Halloween, Halloween In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song (Mayor) In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise (Corpse chorus) Round that corner, man hiding in the trash cam Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll... (Harlequin demon, werewolf & melting man) Scream! this is Halloween Red 'n' black, slimy green (Werewolf) Aren't you scared? (Witches) Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night (Hanging tree) Everybody scream, everybody scream (Hanged men) In our town of Halloween! (Clown) I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace (Second ghoul) I am the "who" when you call, "who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair (Oogie boogie shadow) I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright (Corpse chorus) This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween, Halloween 'alloween, 'alloween 'alloween ,'alloween (Child corpse trio) Tender lump-lings everywhere Life's no fun without a good scare (Parent corpses) That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween (Corpse chorus) In this town (Mayor) Don't we love it now? Everybody is waiting for the next surprise (Corpse chorus) Skeleton jack might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin This is Halloween, everybody scream Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy Our man jack is king of the pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the pumpkin king now (Everyone) This is Halloween, this is Halloween 'alloween, 'alloween 'alloween, 'alloween (Corpse child trio) In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song (Everyone) La, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la-la La, la, la |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
I am the god of fuck! I am the god of fuck!
Virgins sold in quanity, herded by heredity Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?" Porno-nation, evaluation What's this "time for segregation" 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 VCR's and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and dick on screen, who said God was ever clean? Bible-belt 'round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place Yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 woman 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 She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate Dialate |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
(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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 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, yeah I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground wanna 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 Blood is pavement |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden I am fueled with the filth and fury, Do what I will, I will hurry there |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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.) |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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.) |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
ginger bread Along came a choo-choo, knoked 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 "make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout" We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 workin' 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 mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine Snake eyes for sissies 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family (1994)
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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
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 to 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Manson:...you're gonna have a bunch of angry kids.
Some Guy In the Audience: Well when you do go out to a club, that, you just gotta watch yourself whatever you do. You just can't 'speckt to go out there and just dance and don't get touched and non-violent because that's what it is. The music-- Donahue: I, I don't see how you-- Some Guy In the Audience: If you get the music inside your soul, anything can happen. You don't play the music, you can't get it. It's the music. Donahue: The music? Parent: Music is dangerous. Concerned Citizen My sympathy for the parents... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
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 Crowd begins to 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 Now my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Abuser: Say fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Groupie: Fuck Abuser: Frankie Groupie: Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Him Groupie: Fuck frankie (groaning noises) Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Keep your focus Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Keep your focus Abuser: Say fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Groupie: Fuck Abuser: Frankie |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine. I can't stand the things that you do. No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No. I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours. I love you. I love you. (Repeat Three Times) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah.... I put a spell on you. Lord! Lord! Lord! ....'Cause you're mine, yeah. I can't stand the things that you do When you're foolin' around. I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, yours, yours, yours! I can't stand your foolin' around. If I can't have you, No one will! I love you, you, you! I love you. I love you. I love you! I love you, you, you! I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Kiddie Grinder I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What want, what i want is just your children I hate what i hate 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Blanche Wyer: ...6:30 this morning.
Barb Warner: I can't hear ya. Blanche Wyer: I woke at 6:30 this morning with a headache. Barb Warner: Oh... Blanche Wyer: I wonder to take 'em or not... Barb Warner: I wouldn't take 'em. Blanche Wyer: I don't know, the headache is heavier than anything else. Barb Warner: It's the first time that you took 'em? Blanche Wyer: Second. Barb Warner: Yeah... Blanche Wyer: I had a little bit of a headache this morning. Barb Warner: I wouldn't take 'em, mom. Blanche Wyer: I won't take 'em now, 'cause I have a toothache that hurts too a little bit. I've taken everything I got, been thinkin' Barb Warner: All that blood pressure medicine you take and stuff too. You shouldn't take those things. You're better off not to sleep then to take the... Blanche Wyer: ? Barb Warner: Oh, my god! No wonder you got a headache! Your pressure's probably sky high! Why don't...You gotta take that every day! Blanche Wyer: I try though... Barb Warner: Are you crazy? Blanche Wyer: It's been 3 days... Barb Warner: That's probably why you have a headache now...Did you take it today? Blanche Wyer: I did this morning, yeah. Barb Warner: That's probably why you have a headache, 'cause your pressure's up. Blanche Wyer: Yeah. Barb Warner: I don't know how you can forget to take it. And when that's the only pill you take... Blanche Wyer: I'm sorry, I have so many pills you'd be surprised. Barb Warner: Well, the blood pressure pill is the most important one. Blanche Wyer: Yeah, I know... Barb Warner: There ain't no other one as important as that one. Blanche Wyer: I got one more and then I gotta get to the store. I got two refills on it. |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Baby was a black sheep
Baby was a whore Baby's gotten big And baby's getting bigger Baby got somethin' Baby want more Baby baby baby was a rock & roll nigger How do you like the world around you Do you like what you see How do you like the world around you Ready to be Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where I wanna be Baby was a black sheep Baby was a whore Baby got big And baby's getting bigger Baby got a gun Got her finger on the trigger Baby baby baby was a rock & roll nigger Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where I wanna be Rock & roll nigger I'm a rock & roll nigger This is your world in which we grow And we will grow to hate you We will grow to hate you We will grow We will grow We will grow to hate you We will grow We will grow We will grow to hate you I was lost in the valley of pleasure I was lost in the infinite sea I was lost and begging for pleasure And this world is waiting for me Jimi hendrix was a nigger Jesus christ and grandma too Brian warner warner Nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where i wanna be Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where i wanna be Yeah yeah fuck you fuck you fuck you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Sweet dreams are
made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on Movin' on Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused. Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused. I wanna use you and abuse you. I wanna know what's inside you. Hold your head up, movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Hold your head up, movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Hold your head up, movin' on. Keep your head up, movin' on. Movin' on! Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused. I'm gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside. Gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside you. |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Some Bitch: I want to know um...why it is that all of you
Seem to have satanic signs all over you and what is that make... Does this music cause you to do what you do? Manson: Is that directed at us or the parents? Donahure: That's funny......Twiggy Manson: Does the music cause us to do what we do? Donahure: That's your little tape recorder...ok Manson: We cause the music to do what it does...I think I think moshing is a sign of what christians would call uh...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Taste the hands of children Happiness of children Death lies in little hands of children La la la la la |
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from Marilyn Manson - Smells Like Children [ep] (1995)
Virgins sold in quantity,
African-American heredity. I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine. Why are all the niggers in the unemployment line? (Chorus: White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy.) Teenage girl, a teenage queen; 'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen! She likes to give head. She likes it mean. That's why she's my little queen. (Chorus) Yeah.... White boy tryin' to get some behind: "Who says date rape isn't kind?" Who's he gonna goad? Who's he gonna please? It don't matter, As long as she's on her knees. (Chorus) |
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from Lost Highway (로스트 하이웨이) [ost] (1996)
I found the center of fruit is late,
It is the center of truth today, Cut the apple in two, Oh, I pray it isn't true, I found the center of fruit is late, Is the center of truth today, I cut the apple in two, Oh, I pray it isn't true, I've got something you can never eat, I've got something you can never eat, I've got something you can never eat, I've got something you can never eat, I take my heart and burn myself, I turn the chord to stunt my growth, I play to die in space, So come on me, its now, So come on me, its now, Come on me, its now, (I'm dying, I hope you're dying too,) Come on me, its now, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, I'm dying, I hope you're dying too, Take this from me, (take me, take me,) Take this from me, (take me, take me,) One, two, three, It is the sweet gone bad, One, two, three, You can't learn to ---- stale One, two, three, It is the sweet gone bad, One, two, three, You can't learn to ---- stale I've got something you can never eat, I've got something you can never eat, I've got something you can never eat, [repeat till fade] |
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from Lost Highway (로스트 하이웨이) [ost] (1996)
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine. I can't stand the things that you do. No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No. I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours. I love you. I love you. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I put a spell on you. Lord! Lord! Lord! ....'Cause you're mine, yeah. I can't stand the things that you do When you're foolin' around. I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, yours, yours, yours! I can't stand your foolin' around. If I can't have you, No one will! I love you, you, you! I love you. I love you. I love you! I love you, you, you! I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. |
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from Marilyn Manson - Remix & Repent [ep] (1997)
you built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you you threw your money in the pissing well you do just what they tell you REPENT, that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT, that's what I'm talking about whose mistake am I anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra now you'll see your star prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclipsed the sun the angel has spread its wings the time has come for bitter things (chorus) the time has come it is quite clear our antichrist is almost here... it is done |
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from Marilyn Manson - Remix & Repent [ep] (1997)
you cut off all of your fingers
trade them in for dollar bills cake on some more make-up to cover up all those lines wake up and stop shaking 'cause you're just wasting time. don't you need some of this? you take but cannot be given you ride but cannot be ridden pinch this tiny heart of mine wrap it up in soiled twine you never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when i'm high don't you want some of this? don't you need some of this? you shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me tear this bitter fruit to mess and wrap it in your soiled dress now you must spit out the seeds (chorus) all dried up and tied up forever all fucked up and dead to the world... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Remix & Repent [ep] (1997)
the ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear pray until your number, asleep from all your pain, your apple has been rotting tomorrow's turned up dead I have it all and I have no choice but to I'll make everyone pay and you will see you can kill yourself now because you're dead in my mind the boy that you loved is the monster you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream (I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed someone had to go this far I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream the world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream there's no one left for you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Remix & Repent [ep] (1997)
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong the beautiful people, the beautiful people it's all relative to the size of your steeple you can't see the forest for the trees you can't smell your own shit on your knees Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean there's no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that's in your way the worms will live in every host it's hard to pick which one they eat most the horrible people, the horrible people it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, old-fashioned fascism will take it away (chorus) |
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from Nowhere (어디에도 없는 영화) [ost] (1997)
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 Actually, he loves you 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 skins an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad I am your son Your dad You 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 I have to take your voice and and stick my fingers in it Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck 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 I have to take your voice and and stick my fingers in it Fuck fuck! Here is my real head Here is my real head Here is my real head |
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from Spawn (스폰) by Graeme Revell [ost] (1997)
want to fly into your sun
Need faith to make me numb Live like a teenage christ Im a saint, got a date with suicide Oh Mary, Mary To be this young is oh so scary Mary, Mary To be this young im oh so scared I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell You never said forever, could ever hurt like this You never said forever, could ever hurt like this Spin my way out of hell, theres nothing left this soul to sell Live fast and die you too How many times to do this for you? How many times to do this for you? Mary, Mary To be this young im oh so scared I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell You never said forever, could ever hurt like this You never said forever, could ever hurt like this I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell Long hard road, out of hell I wanna live, I wanna love But its a long hard road, out of hell Sell my soul for anything, anything but you Sell my soul for anything, anything but you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
Anti choice Anti girl I am the anti-flag unfurled Anti white and anti man I got the anti-future plan Anti facist Anti mod I am the anti-music god Anti sober Anti whore There will never be a enough of anti more I can't believe in your things That don't believe in me Now it's your turn to see misanthropy Anti people now you've gone too far Here's your antichrist superstar Anti money Anti hate Anti things I fucked and ate Anti cop Anti fun Here is my anti-president gun Anti satan Anti black The Anti world is on my back Anti gay and Anti dope I am the faggot Anti-Pope That don't believe in me Now it's your turn to see misanthropy Anti people now you've gone too far Antichrist superstar Anti peace Anti life Anti husband, Anti wife Anti song and Anti me I don't deserve a chance to be Anti people now you've gone too far Antichrist superstar Anti people now you've gone too far Here's your antichrist superstar |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
he is the angel with the scabbed wings
hard-drug face, want to powder his nose he will deflower the freshest crop dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores dead is what he is, he does what he please the things that he has you'll never want to see what you're never gonna be now sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people you don't want to be him you only want to see him mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow man can't always reap what he sow "he is the maker" (he is the taker) "he is the saviour" (he is the raper) (verse 2) (chorus) get back you're never gonna leave him get back you're always gonna please him |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you You threw your money in the pissing well You do just what they tell you REPENT, that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT, that's what I'm talking about Whose mistake am I anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra Now you'll see your star Prick your finger it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread his wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger it is done The time has come it is quite clear Our antichrist is almost here... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
Each time I make my mother cry an
angel dies and falls from heaven when the boy is still a worm it's hard to learn the number seven but when they get to you it's the first thing that they do each time I look outside my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape when the worm consumes the boy it's never considered rape when they get to you prick your finger it is done... the moon has now eclipsed the sun... the angel has spread its wings... the time has come for bitter things |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
When you wish upon your star Don't let yourself fall, fall into too hard I fell into you now I'm on my back An insect decaying in your little trap I squirm into you, now I'm in your gut I fell into you, now I'm in a rush I lift you up like a sweetest angel, I'll tear you down, like a hoar, I will bury your God in my warm spit You'll be deformed in your porn Rock star yeah (You'r such a dirty, dirty) Rock star yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty) You eat up my heart and all the little parts Your star is so sharp It leaves my jagged holes I make myself sick just to poison you If I can't have you then no one will I will bury your God in my warm spit You'll be deformed in your porn |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
You cut off all of your fingers
Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to Cover all of those lines Wake up and stop shaking Cause you're just wasting time Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You take what can't be given You ride what cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me Tear this bitter fruit to mess And wrap it in your soiled dress Now you must spit out the seeds I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high All dried up and tied up forever |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
I am so all american
I'll sell you suicide I am totalitarian I've got abortions in my eyes I hate the hater I'd rape the raper I am not the animal who will not be himself fuck it Hey victim should I black your eyes again Hey victim You were the one who put the stick in my hand I am the ism my hate's a prism let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out fuck it Everybody's someone else's nigger I know you are so am I I wasn't born with enough middle fingers I don't need to choose a side I better better better better not say this better better better better not tell I better better better better not say this better better better better not tell I hate the hater I'd rape the raper I am the idiot who will not be himself fuck it fuck it fuck it Everybody's someone else's nigger I know you are so am I I wasn't born with enough middle fingers I don't need to choose a side fuck it fuck it fuck it |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
he lives inside my mouth
and tells me what to say when he turns the trains on he makes it go away the hands are cracked and dirty and the nails are beetle wings when he turns the trains on he unties all of the strings The worm: "tell me something beautiful, tell me something free, tell me something beautiful and I wish that I could be." (then I got my wings and I never even knew it, when I was a worm, thought I couldn't get through it) Jack: (not spoken) come, come the toys all smell like children and scab-knees will obey I'll just have to kneel on broomsticks just to make it go away [the inauguration of the worm] (then I got my wings and I never even knew it, when I was a worm, thought I couldn't get through it) a voice we have not yet heard: "because today is black/because there is no turning back. because your lies have watered me/ I have become the strongest weed" weed... through jack's eyes: the taste of metal disintegrator three holes upon the leather belt it's cut and swollen and the age is swollen boy: " there's no one here to save ourself." the disintegrator: (to himself) this is what you should fear you are what you should fear |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
there's an apple in the pussy mouth
now I am the dinner whore there's a tumor in the t.v. mouth burn it out before it grows someone better get the dog to kick, jaws wired shut to save the dick out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn "little horn is born" the world spreads its legs for another star world shows its face for another scar dead will dance for what is left the worms will wait with baited breath "your blind have now become my deaf" so says this little horn "save yourself from this..." (chorus) |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
the ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear pray until your number, asleep from all your pain, your apple has been rotting tomorrow's turned up dead I have it all and I have no choice but to I'll make everyone pay and you will see you can kill yourself now because you're dead in my mind the boy that you loved is the monster you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream (I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot escape) pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed someone had to go this far I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl into the dark, you've poisoned all of your children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream the world in my hands, there's no one left to hear you scream there's no one left for you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
There's not much left to love
Too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take You with me I'm on my way down I'm on my way down now, I'd like take You with me I'm on my way down The minute that it's born It begins to die I'd love to just give in, I've been to black and back I've whited out my name A lack of pain, a lack of hope A lack of anything to say Tehre is no cure for what is killing me I'm on my way down I've looked ahead and saw a World that's dead I guess that I am too I'm on my way down, I'd like to take You with me... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
Hey Mr. Superstar:
"I'll do anything for you" "I'm you're number one fan" Hey Mr. Porno star, I, I, I, I want you Hey, Mr. Sickly star, I want to get sick from you Hey Mr. Fallen star, Don't you know I worship you? Hey Mr. Big rock star, "I wanna grow up just like you" I know that I can turn you on I wish I could just turn you off I never wanted this Hey Mr. Superhate, I just want to love you Hey, hey, hey Mr. Superfuck I wanna go down on you Hey Mr. Supergod Will you answer my prayers? Hye, hey, hey Mr. Superman, I want to be your little girl I know that I can turn you on I wish I could just turn you off I never wanted this Hey Mr. Superstar, I'll kill myself for you Hey Mr. Superstar I'll kill you if I can't have you Superstar, superfuck baby... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
I don't want you and I don't need you 난 너를 원하지 않고 네가 필요치 않아 don't bother to resist, I'll beat you 반항해서 나를 괴롭히지 마, 아니면 너를 패주겠어 It's not your fault that you're always wrong 네가 언제나 잘못했던 것은 너의 잘못이 아냐 the weak ones are there to justify the strong 힘이 없는 사람들은 강한 사람들을 정당하다고 생각하거든 the beautiful people, the beautiful people 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들 it's all relative to the size of your steeple 그것은 모두 너의 성기의 크기와 관련이 있어 you can't see the forest for the trees 너는 나무만 보고 숲을 보지 못해 you can't smell your own shit on your knees 너는 네 무릎에 흘러내리는 너의 배설물 냄새를 맡을 수 없어 there's no time to discriminate, 차이를 인식할 만한 시간이 없어 hate every motherfucker 모든 XXX놈들을 증오하라 that's in your way 그것이 네가 가야 할 길이야 Hey you, what do you see? 이봐 당신, 무얼 보고 있지? something beautiful, something free? 아름다운 것인가, 자유로운 것인가? hey, you, are you trying to be mean? 이봐, 당신, 진실하기 위해서 노력하고 있는가? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean 만약 네가 유인원들과 함께 산다면 고결해지기는 힘들어 the worms will live in every host 모든 숙주속에 벌레들이 기생할 거야 it's hard to pick which one they eat most 그들이 먹는 것들 속에서 벌레를 잡아내는 것은 힘든 일이지 the horrible people, the horrible people 끔찍한 사람들, 소름끼치는 사람들 it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, 이것은 자본주의의 방식이야 old-fashioned fascism 구닥다리 파시즘이 will take it away 그것을 가져가 버리겠지 Hey you, what do you see? 이봐, 너, 무엇을 보고있나? something beautiful, something free? 아름다운 것인가? 자유로운 것인가? hey you, are you trying to be mean? 이봐, 당신, 진실해지기 위해 노력하고 있는가? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean 만약 네가 유인원들과 함께 산다면 고결해지기는 어려워 there's no time to discriminate, 차이를 인식할 시간이 없어 hate every motherfucker 모든 XXX놈들을 증오하라 that's in your way 그게 너의 갈 길이야 Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey … 이봐, 이봐, 이봐, 이봐, 이봐 … the beautiful people, the beautiful people … 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들 Hey you, what do you see? 이봐, 당신, 무엇을 보고 있나? something beautiful, something free? 아름다운 것인가, 자유로운 것인가? hey you, are you trying to be mean? 이봐 당신, 진실해지기 위해 노력하고 있는가? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean 만약 네가 유인원과 함께 살아간다면 고결해지기란 힘들어 the beautiful people, the beautiful people … 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들 …
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
your world is an ashtray
we burn and coil like cigarettes the more you cry your ashes turn to mud it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's feeling cheated you've only spent a second of your life my world is unaffected, there is an exit here I say it is and then it's true, there is a dream inside a dream, I'm wide awake the more I sleep you'll understand when I'm dead I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me saw heaven and hell were lies when I'm god everybody dies scar/can you feel my power? shoot here and the world gets smaller scar/scar/can you feel my power? one shot and the world gets smaller let's jump upon the sharp swords and cut away our smiles without the threat of death there's no reason to live at all my world is unaffected, there is an exit here I say it is and then it's true, there is a dream inside a dream, I'm wide awake the more I sleep you'll understand when I'm dead (bridge) (chorus) "each thing I show you is a piece of my death" shoot shoot shoot motherfucker no salvation, no forgiveness "this is beyond your experience" forgiveness... |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
she's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil silver-tight like spider legs I never wanted it to ever spoil but flies will always lay their eggs Take your hatred out on me make your victim my head you never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet prosthetic synthesis with butterfly sealed up with virgin stitch if it hurts, just tell me preserve the innocence I never wanted it to end this way but flies will lay their eggs |
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from Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar (1997)
when will realize you're already there?
so watered down- your feelings have turned to mud "love everybody" is destroying the value of all hate has got me nowhere I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping I know I'm slipping away I know I'm slipping, I know I'm slipping I know I'm slipping away oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was when you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell when you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell when will you realize, you're already here you'll think us now that you have crossed over don't pick the scabs or you will never heal the world shudders as the worm gets its wings oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was when you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell when you get to heaven you will wish you you're in hell oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was oh no, it is everything they said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was oh no, it is (everything they) said it was oh no, I am (all the things they) said I was oh no, it is (everything they) said it was oh no, I am all the things they said I was oh no, it is (everything they) said it was oh no, I am (all the things they) said I was oh no - |
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from Strangeland (헨드릭스) by Anton Sanko [ost] (1998)
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 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 |
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from Dead Man On Campus (캠퍼스 데드맨) by Matt Mahaffey [ost] (1998)
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come here baby Look at that sky, life's begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come here baby There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come here baby Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel Come here baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come here baby I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come here baby Some of these days, and it won't be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord I believe all the way Come here baby There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come here baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
There's something cold and
blank behind her smile She's standing on an overpass In her miracle mile You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself Her mouth was an empty cut And she was waiting to fall Just bleeding like a polaroid that Lost all her dolls You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey But when the spirit is so digital The body acts this way That world aws killing me That world was killing me Disassociative The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down I know I can never get out of here I don't want to just float in fear A dead astronaut in space Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads, my love We write our song in space like we are already dead and gone Your world was killing me Your world was killing me Disassociative Your world was killing me Your world was killing me Disassociative I can never get out of here I don't want to just float in fear A dead astronaut in space The nervous systems down, the nervous systems down I know |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
I want to wake up in your
white, white sun I want to wake up in your world with no pain But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday While you are numb all of the way When you hate it you know you can feel but When you love it you know it's not real No And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world On its way to hell The living are dead and I hope to join them too I know what to do and I did it well... When you hate it you know you can feel but When you love it you know it's not real No Shoot myself to love you If I loved myself I'd be shooting you |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
in space the stars are no nearer
they just glitter like a morgue and i dreamed i was a spaceman burned like a moth in a flame and our world was so fucking gone but i'm not attached to your world nothing heals and nothing grows but i'm not attached to your world nothing heals and nothing grows because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves we used to love one another all my stitches itch my prescriptions low i wish you were queen just for today in a world so white what else could i say and hell was so cold all the vases are so broken and the roses tear our hands all open mother mary miscarry but we pray just like insects and the world is so ugly now because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves we used to love one another all my stitches itch my prescriptions low i wish you were queen just for today all my stitches itch my prescriptions low i wish you were queen just for today in a world so white what else could i say a great big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves we used to love one another all my stitches itch my prescriptions low i wish you were queen just for today all my stitches itch my prescriptions low i wish you were queen just for today in a world so white what else could i say |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs Norm life baby: We're white and oh so hetero and Our sex is missionary. Norm life baby: We're quitters and we're sober Our confessions will be televised. You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs Norm life baby: God is white and unforgiving We're piss tested and we're praying. Norm life baby: I'm just a sample of a soul Made to look just like a human being. Norm life baby: We're rehabbed and we're ready For our 15 minutes of shame. Norm life baby: We're talkshown and we're pointing Just like christians at a suicide. You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope And we're feeling fine. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
Look at me now
got no religion Look at me now I'm so vacant Look at me now I was a virgin Look at me now grew up to be a whore And I want it I believe it I'm a million different things And not one you know Hey and our mommies are lost now Hey, daddy's someone else Hey, we love the abuse Because it makes us feel like we are needed now But I know I wanna disappear I wanna die young and sell my soul Use up all your drugs and make me come Yesterday man, I was a nihilist and now today I'm just too fucking bored by the time I'm old enough I won't know anything at all Hey and our mommies are lost now Hey, daddy's someone else Hey, we love the abuse Because it makes us feel like we are needed now But I know I wanna disappear |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
We were neurophobic and perfect
the day that we lost our souls maybe we weren't so human If they cry they will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and as hollow as the o in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good to you Or bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at all You were my mechanical bride phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automaticand as hollow as the o in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good to you bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at all they'll never be good to you Or bad to you They'll never be anything Anything at all I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you This isn't me I'm not mechanical I'm just a boyplaying the suicide king |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
I'm as fake as e wedding cake
And I'm Vague and I know that I'm homopolitan Pitifully predictable Correctly political I'm the new, I'm the new, new model I've got nothing inside Better in the head and in bed At the office I can suck and I smile New new new model I can choke and diet on coke I'm Spun and I know That I'm Stoned and Rolling Lifelike and poseable Hopeless and disposable I'm the new, I'm the new, new model I've got nothing inside Better in the head and in bed At the office I can suck and I smile New new new model Don't let them know how far you go Or that you use you "lovers" Oh look, you're like a VCR Stick something in to know Just who you are you New new new model |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
she's got eyes like zapruder
and a mouth like heroin she wants me to be perfect like kennedy this isn't god, this isn't god god is just a statistic, god is just a statistic say, "show me the dead stars, all of them sing." this is a riot religious and clean god is a number you cannot count to you are posthuman and hardwired she's pilgrim and pagan softworn and so-cial in all of her dreams she's a saint like jackie-o this isn't god, this isn't god god is just a statistic, god is just a statistic say, "show me the dead stars, all of them sing." this is a riot religious and clean coma white: "all that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold" |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
All simple monkeys
with alien babies Amphetamines for boys Crucifixes for ladies Sampled and soulless Worldwide and real webbed You sell all the living For more safer dead Anything to belong Anything to belong Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed God is in the TV Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la 1000 mothers are praying for it We're so full of hope And so full of shit Build a new god to medicate and to ape Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake Anything to belong Anything to belong Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed God is in the TV Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la Rock la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow Hate today, no love for tomorrow We're all stars now in the dope show We're all stars now in the dope show There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind We're all stars now in the dope show We're all stars now in the dope show They love you when you're on all the covers When you're not then they love another The drugs they say are made in California We love your face We'd really like to sell you The cops and queers make good-looking models I hate today Who will I wake up with tomorrow? There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind They love you when you're on all the covers When you're not then they love another There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind We're all stars now in the dope show We're all stars now in the dope show |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
yesterday was a million years ago
in all my past lives i played an asshole now i found you, it's almost too late and this earth seems obliviating we are trembling in our crutches high and dead our skin is glass i'm so empty here without i crack and split my xerox hands i know its the last day on earth we'll be together while the planet dies i know it's the last day on earth we'll never say goodbye the dogs slaughter each other softly love burns its casualties we are damaged provider modules spill the seeds at our children's feet i'm so empty here without you i know they want me dead i know its the last day on earth we'll be together while the planet dies i know it's the last day on earth we'll never say goodbye |
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
they slit our throats like we were flowers and our milk has been devoured When you want it, it goes away too fast Time you hate it, it always seems so last but just remember when you think you're free The crack inside your fucking heart is me (thought, not spoken): i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day i wish i could sleep but i can't lay on my back because there's a knife for everyday that i've known you when you want it it goes away too fast Time you hate it it always seems so last but just remember when you think you're free the crack inside your fucking heart is me (thought, not spoken): i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day lie to me, cry to me, give to me i would lie with me, die with me, give to me i would keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair i hope at least we die holding hands for always.
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from Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animals (1998)
Use me when you want to come
I've bled just to have your touch When I'm in you I want to die User friendly fucking dopestar obscene Will you die when you're high You'd never die just for me She says, "I'm not in love, but I'm gonna fuck you 'til somebody better comes along." Use me like I was a whore Relationships are such a bore Delete the ones that you've fucked User friendly fucking dopestar obscene Will you die when you're high You'd never die just for me She says, "I'm not in love, but I'm gonna fuck you 'til somebody better comes along." |
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from The Matrix (매트릭스) [ost] (1999)
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys Crucifixes for ladies Sampled and soulless Worldwide and real webbed You sell all the living For more safer dead Anything to be loved Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in your head Your sex and your dope is all that were fed So fuck all your protests and put them to bed God is on the T.V. 1,000 mothers are praying for it We're so full of hope And so full of shit Build a new god to medicate and to ape Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake Anything to be loved Rock is deader than dead (chorus repeat) God is on the T.V. |
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from Detroit Rock City (디트로이트 락 시티) by J. Peter Robinson [ost] (1999)
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell |
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from Marilyn Manson - Rock Is Dead [single] (1999)
all simple monkeys with alien babies
amphetamines for boys, crucifixes for ladies sampled and soulless, worldwide and real webbed you sell all the living for more safer dead anything to be loved anything to be loved rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is on the tv one thousand mothers are praying for it we're so full of hope and so full of shit build a new god to medicate and to ape sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake anything to be loved anything to be loved rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is on the tv |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
You built me up
with your wishing hell I didn't have to sell you You threw your money in the pissing well You do just what they tell you REPENT that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT that's what I'm talking about Whose mistake am I anyway Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra Now you'll see your star Prick your finger it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread his wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread his wings The time has come for REPENT that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT that's what I'm talking about Whose mistake am I anyway Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra Now you'll see your star Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra Now you'll see your star |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
The boy's got a head
like an atom bomb Hang him from a cross like the number one son And he's been waiting so long to get it on The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge Wants to get out of his Jesus cage He's already torn out the last page It's the latest rage Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your god Kill your TV The boy's purified by the quitter gods Burning up his cross like a revelation And his glass jaw opens Like a puppet head Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your god Kill your TV This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your TV Kill your god Kill your TV Kill your god Kill your TV |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
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, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the week But your selective judgements and goodguy badges don't mean to fuck to me I am the VHS Record me with your fist Want me to save the world I'm just a little girl Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
In space the stars are no nearer
They just glitter like a morgue And I dreamed I was a spaceman Burned like a moth in a flame And our world was so fucking gone But I'm not attached to you now Nothing heals and nothing grows Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors We used to love ourselves, we used to love another All my stiches itch My prescription's low, I wish you were queen just for today In a world so white what else could I say? And hell was so cold All the vases are so broken And the roses tear our hands all open Mother marry miscarry And we pray just like insects The world is so ugly now Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors (chorus repeat) |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs Norm life baby: We're white and oh so hetero and Our sex is missionary. Norm life baby: We're quitters and we're sober Our confessions will be televised. You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs Norm life baby: God is white and unforgiving We're piss tested and we're praying. Norm life baby: I'm just a sample of a soul Made to look just like a human being. Norm life baby: We're rehabbed and we're ready For our 15 minutes of shame. Norm life baby: We're talkshown and we're pointing Just like christians at a suicide. You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope And we're feeling fine. I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
This isn't me I'm not mechanical
This isn't me I'm not mechanical This isn't me I'm not mechanical This isn't me I'm not mechanical |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper I am not the animal who will not be himself fuck it Hey victim, should I black your eyes again? Hey victim, you were the one who put the stick in my hand I am the ism, my hate's a prism let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out fuck it Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/ I don't need to choose a side I better, better, better, better not say this better, better, better, better not tell I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper I am the idiot who will not be himself fuck it (chorus) |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
(at the beginning some cute little kid says: Next motherfucker's gonna
get my metal") 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 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, yeah I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground wanna 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 |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
all simple monkeys with alien babies
amphetamines for boys crucifixes for ladies sampled and soulless worldwide and real webbed you sell all the living for more safer dead anything to be loved anything to be loved rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is on the tv one thousand mothers are praying for it we're so full of hope and so full of shit build a new god to medicate and to ape sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake anything to be loved anything to be loved rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed god is on the tv rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed rock is deader than dead shock is all in your head your sex and your dope is all that were fed so fuck all your protests and put them to bed |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused! I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you Movin' on Hold your head up Movin' on Keep your head up
Movin' on Hold your head up Movin' on Keep your head up Movin' on Hold your head up Movin' on Keep your head up Movin' on! Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you |
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from Marilyn Manson - The Last Tour On Earth (1999)
In I don't want you
In I don't need you Don't bother to resist It's true a beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong The weak ones are there to justify the strong The beautiful people The beautiful people It's all relative to the size of your steeple You can't see the forest for the trees When you can't smell Your own shit on your knees There's no time to discriminate hate every mother fucker that's in your way Hey you what do you see something beautiful the something free Hey you Are you trying to be mean You have nice man It's hard to be clean the will belive in every host It's hard to pick which one they eat most The horrible people The horrible people It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way Old fashioned fascism will take it away Hey you what do you see something beautiful the something free Hey you Are you trying to be mean You have nice man It's hard to be clean Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people Hey you what do you see something beautiful something free Hey you Are you trying to be mean You have nice man It's hard to be clean Hey you what do you see something beautiful something free Hey you Are you trying to be mean You have nice man It's hard to be clean The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people The beautiful people |
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Subject : Marilyn Manson - If I was your vampire
