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Marilyn Manson lyrics
Album: Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows [2004]
| Red (In My) Head | |
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Band: Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids
Submission by: Mike Alliss
(note: samples may not be in the right spots)
Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news, she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate, viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate
(sample: "well, you're evil... you had to kill her")
(sample: "it, it was an accident")
(sample: "I've killed people before, it was no accident")
I sat there with her
We sat there, two
She said to me
What should we do
Well...
I know some tricks and I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
Do you
(sample: "please don't kill me")
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today... today... today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
Red, red, they call me red
Red, in bed, the little girl...
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| Dune Buggy | |
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Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids - Dunebuggy
Mike (Snowblind57@hotmail.com)
They'd mount machine guns on top of the dune buggies
And the girls would drive the dune buggies while the guys shot the machine guns
We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful
Take it out, take it out
Take it out, take it out
Take it out
Dog-god, bites my face
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out by the roots
From my skull
Goddamn toilet washes me away
I am the Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Trippin' this trippin' this
Trippin' this trippin' this
Trippin' that
Smile like, a cheshire cat
Get it out, get it out
Get it out, get it out
Get it out of your skull
You're just a doll
I make sometimes to play
Take me down now
Hole in the ground
The little girls think
That I'm so sweet
Mocked up and down
Heart like a ghost town
Spirits of the world
Cower at my feet
Take it out, take it out
Take it out, take it out
Take it out
Dog-god, b-b-b-bites my face
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out
Goddamn toilet washes me away
I am the Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Oh yeah...
I am the Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness
I'll show you how
I am the Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness
I'll show you how
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| Insect Pins | |
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Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids - Insect Pins
Mike (Snowblind57@hotmail.com)
I'm squirming slow now
Sticking in it
Swallow in your warm spit
Repel, rip
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gonna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you're gonna see, now you're gonna see
Now you're gonna see what's in my blood
I'm squirming slow now
Sticking in it
Swallow in your warm spit
Repel, rip
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gonna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you're gonna see, now you're gonna see
Now you're gonna see what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gonna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
What'cha ya gonna feel?
Am I gunna heal
See what's in my blood
Stuck and displaced
It will drown again
Stuck and disappeared
Now you're gonna see, now you're gonna see
Now you're gonna see what's in my blood
Sticking in it
Sticking in it
Sticking in it
Sticking in it
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| Learning to Swim | |
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Marilyn Manson - Learning To Fish
I wanna be the fish.
I like the way he swims.
I bend my arms to fins.
Ego scales my skin.
I grab a sharp stick
And I cut my gills.
The water rushes in
I'm too young to live this life.
I wanna be the fish.
I like the way he swims.
I grab a sharp stick.
I'm too young to live inside this life
They want me to stay.
This life I cannot feign.
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| Meat for a Queen | |
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Song: Meat For A Queen
Album: The Raw Boned Psalms / Grist-O-Line
Band: Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids
Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplication congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
And your falsities and your falsities
And your falsified sexuality
"You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...
now is the only thing that's real"
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something something something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
I'm meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
"You can't prove anything. You can't prove anything"
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
"You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...
now the only thing that's real"
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
"You can't prove anything"
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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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