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Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family
Marilyn Manson 2004.02.17. 23:30
Prelude (The Family Trip)There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're going
Or which way the wind is blowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing (Faster! Faster!)
For the rowers keep in rowing (Faster! Faster!)
And they're certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)
Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)
Stop the boat.
Cake and SodomyI am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck
virgins sold in quantity, 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 defication
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy
(I am the god of fuck, i am the god of fuck)
vcr's and vasoline, 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
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
time for cake and sodomy
Lunchboxon 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
so no one fucks with me
i got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
wanna go out, gotta get out
to the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
i wanna go out
next motherfucker gonna get my metal
next motherfucker 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 grow up
so no one fucks with me
Organ Grinderi 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 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
Cyclopscyclops woman got one eye in her head
mascara-clotted vision she is fed
cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
she got a pin-prick-spiral hols
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 in nailed in well
cyclops woman is the eye of the world
who's reflection is the retina?
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
she can't see nothing, nothing at all
dialate, dialate
Dope Hati 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 screem when darkness fills my eyes
seem to screem 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 ti is slower than the quickness of thier scrutinizing eyes
fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
Get Your Gunngoddamn 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
goddamn your righteous hand
goddamn, goddamn (oh, lord)
goddamn, goddamn
pseudo-morals work real well
on the talk shows for the weak
but your selective judgements
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 judgements
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 your selective judgements
and goodguy badges
don't mean a fuck to me
get your gunn, get your gunn
get your gunn, get your gunn...get
Wrapped in Plasticguilt is a snake we beat with a rake
to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
stay, don't want to go now
drove the children from their chores
handcuffes housewives into whores
fear of the beast is 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 staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
come into our home, won't you stay?
i know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic
i'm only as deep as the self that i dig
i'm only as sick as the stick in the pig
"thin and so white, thin and so white"
daddy tells the daughter
while mommy's sleeping at night
to wash away sin you must take off your skin
the righteous father wears the yellowist grin
"don't wanna go now"
stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now
come into our home, won't you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
Dogmaburn 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 the bridges, burn the bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches
burn the bridges, burn the bridges
good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
i don't need your hate, i decide my fate
you cannot sedate all the things you hate
Sweet Toothher 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
Snake Eyes and Sissieswrench is just a household god but i carry mine with pride
i dont' worj but i can worj 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
my afternoon's remote control
daydream milk and genocide
tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
butter knife in your side
what i got i got for free, middle finger technology
what's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine
snake eyes for sissies
i ain't no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevil'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 hdevil'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 hdevil's hand
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slacker's hand
(oh no, oh no)
My Monkeyi had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
at least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(what i make is waht 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 monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with littel "g's" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance
Misery Machineman 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 abby of thelema
blood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin,
bugs in my teeth nake 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 abby of thelema
blood is pavement
"when you ride you're ridden, when you ride, you're ridden
i am fueled by filth fury
do what i will, i will hurry there, there
my arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
blood is pavement
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