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Marilyn Manson lyrics
Album: Genesis of the Devil [2001]
| Strange Same Dogma | |
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They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured
When you want it
It goes away too fast
When you hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free
The crack inside you 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 ther's a knife
For everyday that I've known you
When you want it
it goes away yoo fast
When you hate it
It always seems to 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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| White Knuckles | |
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Song: White Knuckles
Album: Big Black Bus (Summer 1990)
Band: Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids
Smack dab flat on my back
Solid ground beginning to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg my hand a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet, body like sand
Her place distaste we fell from grace
Red smears across our face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
White knuckles
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| Lunch Box | |
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Artist/Band - Marilyn Manson
Album - Portrait Of An American Family
Song - Lunchbox
"Smelly fucker's gonna get my metal"
I bring you...,
Bring it down...,
On we plow,
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest,
Tryin' 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 bring you...,
I bring you...,
Got the pencils in my pocket, tryin' to put me down,
Wanna go out, gotta get down,
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, I wanna be,
So no one fucks with me, yeah,
Yeah...,
I wanna grow up, I wanna be,
A big rock and roll star,
I wanna grow up, I wanna be,
So no one fucks with me, yeah,
I wanna grow up, I wanna be,
A big rock and roll star,
I wanna grow up, I wanna be,
So no one fucks with me, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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| Misery Machine | |
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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 the ema, to the abbey of the ema
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 the ema, to the abbey of the ema
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, my blood is pavement
Blood is pavement
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