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MARILYN MANSON feat. Johnny Depp – You’re So Vain

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

MARILYN MANSON – The Nobodies

Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I’m just dirt

Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I’m just dirt

Fear the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We’re dead,
We know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We’re dead,
We know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I’m forever dirt

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I’m forever dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We’re dead,
We know just who we are

We are the nobodies
Wanna be Somebodies
We’re dead,
We know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

MARILYN MANSON – The Gardener

I’m not man enough to be human
But I’m trying to fit in
And I’m learning to fake it

Don’t ever meet their friends
It tells you too much
Or not enough
Or worse
Exactly the wrong thing
Every nuance
Every detail
Every movement
Every smell
Sound
Phrase
Inflection
The way she laughs
These are all the things that you obsessively fetishize
Or make yourself grow to love
Although you are supposed to be done growing
She is still growing
Its like a garden with two flowers
One just blooming and casting a shadow
Just like yours
And then it becomes a struggle
Of sunlight
Or rain
Or weeds

She and every she
Is doomed to be your idea of her
She and every she
Is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human
But I’m trying to fit in
And I’m learning to fa fa fake it

But worse so,
Back to the point
You are no longer the flower
And the sun
And most importantly the garden
Or the gardener
A muse
Your amusement
I am used
It’s all ruined if you meet their friends

She and every she
Is doomed to be your idea of her
She and every she
Is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human
But I’m trying to fit in
And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Ffffffffffffffake it

You never wanted
To share
Your concept of your creation
With any other gods or worshippers

Your book isn’t burned
It was never written
Your book isn’t burned
It was never written

I’m not man enough to be human
But I’m trying to fit in
And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Fa fa fa fa fake it
Ffffffffffffffake it

MARILYN MANSON – Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry your sky went black,
put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy’s and Huxley too?

But I’m sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat
and your apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but I’m just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song

Am I sorry to be alive
putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I’m sorry you never check
the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole
I’m sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish
but I’m just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song

“the valley of death we are free
your father’s your prison you see”

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song

you’re just a copy of an imitation

MARILYN MANSON – Slo-Mo-Tion

You’ve got your
Hell’s teeth
smiling at you.
It keeps your brain safe,
as it all eats at your face…
And don’t worry,
we’ll ‘blur it out’
and no one
ever will know,
oh
no, oh oh oh
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION
Pump in the laughter
of dead-audience applause
and TEENAGE RAPE candidates
I think we got ourselves
a ‘real hit’
Don’t we wish
that we could feel something
more than
hate and morbid panic
morbid panic
hate and morbid panic
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION
I’m the host with Vaseline
I hide behind bulletproof glass
and I can feel your tits
with my brand new camera
(equipped with a flash)
fast-food-nude
I hate you all
but somehow
you find me…
incredibly charming
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
(incredibly charming)
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION
(incredibly charming)
SLO-MO-TION
(incredibly charming)
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion

MARILYN MANSON – Pistol Whipped

You look so pretty
when you cry.
Don’t wanna hit you
but the only thing,
between our love is
(1) a bloody nose
(2) a busted lip
and
(3) a blackened eye
You look so pretty
when you cry.
Don’t wanna hit you
but the only thing,
between our love is
(1) a bloody nose
(2) a busted lip
and
(3) a blackened eye
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
(cock, cock, cock it)
When I undo my belt,
you melt and you walk away
with a red, red, red, red welt
(or so they say)
When I undo my belt,
you melt and you walk away
with a red, red, red, red welt
(or so they say)
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
(cock, cock, cock it)

MARILYN MANSON – Overneath The Path Of Misery

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
[William Shakespeare]

Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack hammer ice eyes
Never thought you’d see the asphalt
Crack crack crack like a black egg shell

Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
You’re not a shovel, and I’m not your dirt

Is there any way to unswallow my pride?
Can I fuck myself down?
Why die when you can kill the father,
Dad is missing an ‘E’
Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense
Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason

High and overneath
High and overneath

I won’t regret letting you live
Even if you forget or you never saved me from
So I say whatever or for never

For for for for for for never
For for for for for for never
For for for for for for never, whatever

The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme

Rape rape rape per so phony
Rape rape rape per so phony
Rape rape rape per so phony
Rape rape rape per so phony

High and overneath
High and overneath

Overneath
Overneath
Overblown
Unbeloved
Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs
To the bottom of my heart
I scream
At the chasm in between
And the path of misery

Overneath
Overneath
Overblown
Unbeloved
Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs
To the bottom of my heart
I scream
At the chasm in between
And the path of misery

High and overneath
High and overneath

No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason

MARILYN MANSON – No Reflection

Oh, ah ah ah ah
Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

Crushing, cheating, changing.
Am I deaf or dead?
Is this constricting construction
Or just streets with rusty signs
Of something violent coming?

Oh, ah ah ah ah
Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

This’ll hurt you worse than me.
I’m weak, seven days a week.
Don’t run from me. I won’t
Bother counting one, two, three…

I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.
I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.

Show myself how to make a noose
A gun’s cliche, and a razor too
I’m not a deathshare vacation, vacant station
Made of scars and filled with my old wounds

Oh, ah ah ah ah
Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh

This’ll hurt you worse than me.
I’m weak, seven days a week.
Don’t run from me. I won’t
Bother counting one, two, three…

I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.
I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.

You don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you.
You don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you.
You don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you.
You don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you.

I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.
I don’t know which me that I love.
Got no reflection.

No Reflection.
No Reflection.

I’ve got no reflection.

MARILYN MANSON – Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day

Do you always
have to hire actors,
to play the devils
that talk me
out of my
sui-sites?
You’re just
a ring tone,
that happens when
you get sick enough
to call the one
with bullet holes,
bullet holes for eyes
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else’s angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else’s angels
I broken open the box
when I spoke the spell
and I became
an entrance wound
to your bedroom grave,
and I was paid
with the shadow of consensual rape
Your ransom note
is quoted by,
your death and
birth certificates
and all of your love,
and all of your love letters
read just like my will
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else’s angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else’s angels
I don’t have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day
I don’t have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else’s angels

MARILYN MANSON – Hey, Cruel World…

Hey, cruel world…
You don’t have what it takes
We don’t need your faith.
We’ve got fucking fate.
Hey, cruel world…
You don’t have what it takes
We don’t need your faith.
We’ve got fucking fate.
Creator
Preserver
Destroyer
Ask which one I am.
There’s no drugged-out devils or
Square-halo angels
Walking among us.
I am among no one
I am among no one
I am among no one
No one
Hey, cruel world…
You don’t have what it takes
We don’t need your faith.
We’ve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate
The center of the universe
Cannot exist
When there are no,
No edges
The center of the universe
Cannot exist
When there are no,
No edges
Hey, cruel world…
You don’t have what it takes
We don’t need your faith.
We’ve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate, fate, fate
Fate, fate, fate
I am among no one
I am among no one
I am among no one
No one
Hey, cruel world…
You don’t have what it takes
We don’t need your faith.
We’ve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate

MARILYN MANSON – Disengaged

And I could look into the
crowded morgue of mistakes
the sun stopped its smile
and frowned on me too
my re-built/re-mastered heart
is smashed into its faces
and its face is confused
I cut my throat in two
I said “sorry” to you,
for being a fool
but I didn’t want forgiveness.
It was regret,
not an apology
it was regret
regret
regret
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate
I forget what i saw
before and after that day
I’d trade all I was worth
to make myself in to
the handsomest gun
and put the diamond bullet
into your
404 ERROR face
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate
and I’m an event,
everybody knows
you decide if you can live
or you decide to let someone
decide for you
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate

MARILYN MANSON – Children Of Cain

Sacrifice won’t suffice
resurrection needs your death
to happen twice
fall on my heart
and burn and forge
your tortured black-smitten
into the sharpest, fucking sword
don’t assume that I’m always with you
It’s just where my mortal body happens to be
No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Christ consciousness
manifest to the Golden Ratio
5 or 500 years ago
We were 15 foot high
And to die
was a Bardot Bridge(t)
We never thought we’d cross
To burn down behind and below
No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
don’t assume that I’m always with you
It’s just where my mortal body happens to be
So take your little black book
I see the way that you look in to it
I’ll eat it and I’ll cut my tongue
And all the pages you spread,
Sweet as honey you said
But I’m choking on your bitter stories
No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

MARILYN MANSON – Cake And Sodomy

I 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

MARILYN MANSON – Breaking The Same Old Ground

And then I found how to be what you want
when I was out looking for something new
Digging too deep
and now it’s too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground
So you think that I asked for this
well, let me show you
what I think of your lips
And you think that I asked for this
come on,
use your fist
And then I found how to be what you want
when I was out looking for something new
Digging too deep
and now it’s too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground
So you think that I asked for this
well, let me show you
what I think of your lips
And you think that I asked for this
come on,
use your fist
When I found how to be what you want
I was out looking for something new
digging too deep
now it’s too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground
breaking the same old ground
shhhhhh…
shhhhhh…
I am owned by death
and
I’m in love with oblivion
I am owned by death
and
I’m in love with oblivion

MARILYN MANSON – Born Villain

Could give you a dozen
Fresh,
Cut,
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen
Fresh,
Cut,
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

You’ll have to cut it down
And burn me into splinters
Or I’ll unwrap the string
That was me
Around your finger
And I’ll hang you in
Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood
And it’s something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it’s deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

I don’t ever want god
To hear our screams
And mistake them for prayers
And you know I’m loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I’ll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

There is a taste for blood
And it’s something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it’s deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

And you know I’m loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I’ll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

I’m born villain
Don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
Don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
Don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
Don’t pretend to be a victim

MARILYN MANSON – A Place In The Dirt

We are damned and we are dead
all god’s children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt

There’s a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

Now we hold the “ugly head”
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They’ve cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt.

MARILYN MANSON – The Flowers Of Evil

The day they covered us in the dirt
like stars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
The day they covered us in the dirt
like stars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
Your body’s on me
like sleepless spiders.
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your bodies on me like
sleepless spiders.
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
The day they covered us in the dirt
like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
The day they covered us in the dirt
like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
light
light
light
light

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