Marilyn Manson:Spooky Kids Songs

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</div> <div> snow melts on my lawn and i am free, yeah! </div> <div> corn cob pipe and a button nose, yeah! </div> <div> bottled in the ground too long a... </div> <div> snow melts on my lawn and i am... </div> <div> if i had time to kill the world i'd try </div> <div> but i'm busy, kill is ever me </div> <div> i don't have time to even say good-bye </div> <div> we are dying, as winter lives, spring! </div> <div> snow melts on my lawn and i am free, yeah! </div> <div> corn cob pipe and a button nose, yeah! </div> <div> spring! </div> <bR> <bR> <div> FILTH </div> <div> You bite the tin foil they give you </div> <div> Your P.N.O.Y. mind is entombed </div> <div> You are amused by your confusion </div> <div> Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone </div> <div> I'll mail you razor blades for Christmas </div> <div> If you're so disgusted then leave the wicked way </div> <div> You are confused by your amusement </div> <div> The hypocrite will be the first to see the filth </div> <div> You want to look like me </div> <div> (You want to look like) </div> <div> You want to live like me </div> <div> (You want to live like) </div> <div> You want to live like me </div> <div> (You want to live like) </div> <div> You want to look like me </div> <div> (You want to look like) </div> <div> It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain </div> <div> It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain </div> <div> This won't hurt... </div> <div> You should eat the shit you speak </div> <div> You know you are what you think </div> <div> You should eat the shit you speak </div> <div> You know you are what you think </div> <div> Don't you try to touch me </div> <div> You're no different from what you see </div> <div> Don't you try to touch me </div> <div> You're just as filthy as filth can be </div> <div> Like a pinata you crack open </div> <div> Your candy guts cascade in rainbow </div> <div> You decay in your own containment </div> <div> the sweetest insides are all coated with their filth </div> <div> It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain </div> <div> It's not the same, you don't mean a thing, you're just another stain </div> <div> You should eat the shit you speak </div> <div> You know you are what you think </div> <div> You should eat the shit you speak </div> <div> You know you are what you think </div> <div> Don't you try to touch me </div> <div> You're no different from what you see </div> <div> Don't you try to touch me </div> <div> You're just as filthy as filth can be </div> <bR> <bR> <div> JUSTIFY MY LOVE </div> <div> (Chorus: Wanting, waiting </div> <div> For you </div> <div> To justify my love.) </div> <div> I want you to my balls </div> <div> In Paris, Niagara Falls. </div> <div> I want you to lick my toes. </div> <div> Los Angeles, San Francisco, </div> <div> With the fags and the 'ho's. </div> <div> (Chorus Twice) </div> <div> Oh oh oh oh. </div> <div> Oh oh oh oh. </div> <div> (Chorus Twice) </div> <bR> <bR> <div> STRANGE SAME DOGMA </div> <div> Burn the witches. Burn the witches. </div> <div> Don't take time to sew the stitches. </div> <div> Burn the witches. Burn the witches. </div> <div> Don't take time to sew the stitches. </div> <div> Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine. </div> <div> Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine. </div> <div> I don't need your hate. </div> <div> I decide my fate. </div> <div> Burn your bridges. Burn your bridges </div> <div> Don't take time to sew the stitches. </div> <div> Burn your bridges. Burn your bridges </div> <div> Don't take time to sew the stitches. </div> <div> Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn. </div> <div> Strange same dogma, on and on. </div> <div> I don't need your hate. </div> <div> I decide my fate. </div> <div> We don't viscerate. </div> <div> Your mind masturbates. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> LET YOUR EGO DIE </div> <div> The clock is a ring on her finger </div> <div> That she checks </div> <div> When she's out of time. </div> <div> The cigarette's a spike </div> <div> In the spur of the moment </div> <div> Digging in her side. </div> <div> She cuts the paper with nails </div> <div> And her pen is bleeding poetry. </div> <div> Nervous from the sex that she got </div> <div> And the wine that she spilled </div> <div> On her clean, white, white sheets. </div> <div> Like to see you, baby, </div> <div> All torn up inside. </div> <div> Girl you're dead already </div> <div> So just let your ego die. </div> <div> Girl you're dead already </div> <div> So just let your ego die. </div> <div> Die, die, die. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> THINGMAKER </div> <div> You want to look like me. </div> <div> You want to act like me. </div> <div> You've got no sense of your own identity. </div> <div> You can't begin to see </div> <div> That you and me makes we. </div> <div> That's not what I want to be </div> <div> So fuck you. </div> <div> Imitation's not a flattery. </div> <div> You can't begin to feel, you can't begin to feel, </div> <div> You can't begin to feel. </div> <div> I said fuck you </div> <div> I don't want to know you. </div> <div> I don't want to know. </div> <div> (Chorus: It's about time, I've made up my mind. </div> <div> Get out of my life you motherfucker. </div> <div> It's about time, made up my mind. </div> <div> I'm taking what's mine </div> <div> You motherfucker.) </div> <div> You are made </div> <div> From things you steal from me. </div> <div> You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel, </div> <div> Can't begin to feel </div> <div> So fuck you </div> <div> You suck my energy, my personality. </div> <div> You steal steal steal from me. </div> <div> You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel, </div> <div> Can't begin to feel </div> <div> So fuck you. </div> <div> Imitation's not a flattery. </div> <div> So you're a pitiful thief, you're a pitiful thief, </div> <div> You're a pitiful thief. </div> <div> Fuck you. </div> <div> I don't want to know you, I don't want to know. </div> <div> (Chorus) </div> <div> You are made from things you steal from me. </div> <div> You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel, </div> <div> can't begin to feel. </div> <div> Fuck you. </div> <div> If you want to worship me then just worship me. </div> <div> Don't even try to be. </div> <div> You're a fucking thief, you're a fucking thief, </div> <div> a fucking thief. </div> <div> Fuck you. </div> <div> Imitation's not a flattery. </div> <div> You're a fucking thief. </div> <div> I don't want to know you. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> WHITE KNUCKLES </div> <div> Smack dab flat on my back. </div> <div> The solid ground begins to crack. </div> <div> I pulled her down and down and down. </div> <div> I lost my breath I thought I'd drown. </div> <div> (Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you. </div> <div> You pulled me through with white knuckles. </div> <div> White knuckles. White knuckles.) </div> <div> Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand </div> <div> Sticking to her wet body like sand. </div> <div> Her place, distaste, we fell from grace. </div> <div> Red smears across her face. </div> <div> (Repeat Chorus Twice) </div> <bR> <bR> <div> LUCI IN THE SKY WITH DEMONS </div> <div> I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs </div> <div> Are all your infants in abortion cribs. </div> <div> You run like roaches, and you try to die. </div> <div> I know your poison, in our space we'll lie. </div> <div> To an obscene god we will dance and spit. </div> <div> The skin is thin, in our beds we sit. </div> <div> We take off our rings and we kneel. </div> <div> Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal. </div> <div> Stretch a little boy hole </div> <div> For looking-glass people. </div> <div> I don't want to be me. </div> <div> I don't want to fear, no. </div> <div> Momma's got a scarecrow. </div> <div> Got to let the corn grow. </div> <div> A man can't always reap what he sows. </div> <div> (Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime. </div> <div> I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.) </div> <div> Leave yourself to be ultra-here. </div> <div> The chill of fall is always crawling near. </div> <div> Spiders in the flowers </div> <div> Never know their smell. </div> <div> The barbers here know secrets </div> <div> They will never tell. </div> <div> (Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime. </div> <div> I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.) </div> <bR> <bR> <div> NEGATIVE 3 </div> <div> Give me your blood, your teeth, your high school pictures. </div> <div> Your words can't begin to satisfy my needs. </div> <div> Give me your hand, I'll never give you flowers. </div> <div> Your touch can't begin to satisfy my... </div> <div> I can't save you from me this time. </div> <div> You can't save you. </div> <div> Nothing comes between you and I. </div> <div> Don't know what you see in my negativity. </div> <div> I know you know it's one part you and three parts me. </div> <div> Show me your scars, show me your broken mirrors. </div> <div> Your dreams can't begin to satisfy my... </div> <div> I can't save you from me this time. </div> <div> You can't hide from me. </div> <div> Can't hide what's inside in your mind. </div> <div> Don't know what you see in my negativity. </div> <div> Always was and always will be, three parts me. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> CHOKLIT FACTORY </div> <div> One boy, entertained </div> <div> By the torments of another soul. </div> <div> Touching was confusing </div> <div> And he found that he was all alone. </div> <div> He sought salvation </div> <div> In the darkness of the choklit. </div> <div> Sweets soaked insecurities. </div> <div> And sugar teased his need to kill. </div> <div> (Chorus: Peel back the faces </div> <div> We hide within our choklit shell. </div> <div> Some know indulgence. </div> <div> Some know, and some go much too far.) </div> <div> They came, hypnotized </div> <div> By the promise in his somber grin. </div> <div> He saw something </div> <div> In the weakness of their skin. </div> <div> (Repeat Chorus) </div> <div> (Interlude: Boat Ride lyrics from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.) </div> <div> Jeff saved for later </div> <div> His prizes of iniquity: </div> <div> Polaroids to covet, </div> <div> And bones to hide in 213. </div> <div> (Repeat Chorus) </div> <bR> <bR> <div> LEARNING TO SWIM </div> <div> I wanna be the fish. </div> <div> I like the way he swims. </div> <div> I bend my arms to fins. </div> <div> Ego scales my skin. </div> <div> I grab a sharp stick </div> <div> And I cut my gills. </div> <div> The water rushes in </div> <div> I'm too young to live this life. </div> <div> I wanna be the fish. </div> <div> I like the way he swims. </div> <div> I grab a sharp stick. </div> <div> I'm too young to live inside this life </div> <div> They want me to stay. </div> <div> This life I cannot feign. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> IV-TV </div> <div> The light's a game that changed our name </div> <div> Made our lives this simple stain </div> <div> Drove the children from their chores </div> <div> Handcrafted housewives into whores </div> <div> So sly the snake, it ate our brains </div> <div> Injecting poison in our brains </div> <div> TV-mind hints with rhymes </div> <div> Your face is cracked and filled with lines </div> <div> The light's a game that changed our name </div> <div> Made our lives this simple stain </div> <div> Intravenous TV screens </div> <div> Ultra-violence all he sees </div> <div> Ride the lightning to the skies </div> <div> Smack the clouds and watch them cry </div> <div> All we do is fight </div> <div> For what we think is right </div> <div> Sound that might be wrecked by sight </div> <div> Denial taking human life </div> <div> The clouds go by the children run </div> <div> 'Cuz there's no stars in the sun </div> <div> Water falling from the spout </div> <div> Into wanting thirsty mouths </div> <div> Repeat "Made our lives this simple stain" twice after </div> <div> the regular Pre-chorus here. </div> <div> All we do is fight </div> <div> For what we think is right </div> <div> Sound that might be wrecked by sight </div> <div> Denial taking human life </div> <div> All we do is fight </div> <div> For what we think is right </div> <div> Sound that might be wrecked by sight </div> <div> Endless blinding cathode light </div> <bR> <bR> <div> TALK OF ONE, THOUGHT OF NONE </div> <div> Another night of too much cough syrup. </div> <div> I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone. </div> <div> I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes, </div> <div> And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty. </div> <div> Again, the ringing. </div> <div> Slowly, I bustle out of bed, </div> <div> The remnants of an erection </div> <div> Still lingering in my shorts </div> <div> Like a bothersome guest. </div> <div> Again, the ringing. </div> <div> Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom, </div> <div> As to not display my manhood to others. </div> <div> There, I make the perfunctory morning faces </div> <div> Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution </div> <div> To the once-blue toilet water </div> <div> That I always enjoy making green. </div> <div> Again, the ringing. </div> <div> I shake twice like most others, </div> <div> And I'm annoyed by the dribble </div> <div> That always seems to remain, </div> <div> Causing a small acreage of wetness </div> <div> On the front of my briefs. </div> <div> I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily </div> <div> Stumble into the den </div> <div> Where my father smokes his guitars </div> <div> I mean, cigars </div> <div> In his easy chair. </div> <div> I know ALL about easy chairs. </div> <div> And then I sing a song for my friends: </div> <div> "Jesus is my boyfriend! </div> <div> Jesus is my boyfriend! </div> <div> You can't have him, </div> <div> Because Jesus is my boyfriend!" </div> <div> Ringing, ringing, dang it! </div> <div> Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing! </div> <div> I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly </div> <div> At that shreiking plastic bastard. </div> <div> Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her. </div> <div> And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me. </div> <div> "We are the world. </div> <div> We are the children. </div> <div> We are the ones who make a darker day, </div> <div> So lets start killing. </div> <div> There's a choice you're making, </div> <div> We're sparing our own lives. </div> <div> It's true we make a darker day, </div> <div> Just you and me." </div> <bR> <bR> <div> DUNE BUGGY </div> <div> Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out, </div> <div> Take it out. </div> <div> Dog god bites my face. </div> <div> Rip it out by the roots, rip it out by the roots </div> <div> From my skull. </div> <div> Goddamn toilet washes me away. </div> <div> I am the chocolate cow, chocolate cow </div> <div> Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how. </div> <div> Trippin this, trippin this, trippin this, trippin this, </div> <div> Trippin that. </div> <div> Smile like a Cheshire cat. </div> <div> Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it out </div> <div> Of your skull. </div> <div> You're just a doll I make sometimes to play. </div> <div> Take me down now, hole in the ground. </div> <div> The little girls think that I'm so sweet. </div> <div> Mocked up and down, heart like a ghost town. </div> <div> Spirits of the world cower at my feet. </div> <div> I am the chocolate cow, chocolate cow </div> <div> Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> DEVIL IN MY LUNCHBOX </div> <div> Sometimes I'll just bring maybe an action figure or two. </div> <div> You know </div> <div> Other times, I'll bring my garlic spread. </div> <div> You know, the garlic spread </div> <div> The garlic spread's important </div> <div> And then you just walk around, </div> <div> And the people always come up </div> <div> And they're always sayin', </div> <div> "Whaddya got in yer lunchbox?" </div> <div> "For the most part, it's usually my lunch, </div> <div> You goddamn cunt." </div> <div> I get so mad. </div> <div> But you know </div> <div> Yeah, they </div> <div> Sometimes I'll just </div> <div> I just </div> <div> SCREEEEEAM! </div> <div> "Hit it!" </div> <div> There's a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> There's a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> He's right over there </div> <div> Next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich </div> <div> And the banana. </div> <div> That's right. </div> <div> There is a devil in my lunchbox. </div> <div> There is a devil in my lunchbox. </div> <div> He's just hangin' out </div> <div> By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich </div> <div> And the banana </div> <div> That sometimes you gotta bruise </div> <div> Like one of them strippers at the Peach Tree Lounge. </div> <div> That's on Power Line Road, </div> <div> Right next to the pound, </div> <div> By the 7-11. </div> <div> Devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> There's a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> He's just hangin' out </div> <div> By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. </div> <div> There is a devil. </div> <div> There is a devil. </div> <div> There is a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> There is a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <div> Devil, devil, devil in my lunchbox. </div> <div> There's a devil in my lunchbox! </div> <bR> <bR> <div> NO. 9 </div> <div> "Take my money," </div> <div> Is all I think. </div> <div> He looks at the earring. </div> <div> "Fag," he mumbles. </div> <div> I don't mind. </div> <div> He's fat. </div> <div> No one likes him. </div> <div> Life's too short. </div> <div> I pass a table of black girls </div> <div> With short hair. </div> <div> They look like men. </div> <div> They all look the same. </div> <div> I can hear the strobe now, </div> <div> It's loud. </div> <div> And the music's too bright. </div> <div> I look for my friends, </div> <div> But I can't remember if I came alone </div> <div> Or not. </div> <div> Doesn't matter though. </div> <div> There's hundreds of people </div> <div> Who have waited all their lives, </div> <div> No doubt, </div> <div> To be my friend. </div> <div> And as I near the bar </div> <div> I see two persons </div> <div> Eating each other's faces. </div> <div> I bark to the bartender. </div> <div> He gives me a placebo. </div> <div> I'm "so young," he tells me, </div> <div> "To be here." </div> <div> I nod and swallow the bland drink. </div> <div> Then I stumble several times </div> <div> Near a crowd, </div> <div> And they think I'm a good dancer. </div> <div> I hear a girl tell another girl </div> <div> That some girl she knows </div> <div> Watched a </div> <div> Girl </div> <div> Puke in the toilet. </div> <div> I smile in their general direction. </div> <div> The good-looking one comes over </div> <div> And bites my cheek. </div> <div> It hurts, </div> <div> And I start to </div> <div> Hit her. </div> <div> But she's grinning, </div> <div> And I can see my blood on her teeth. </div> <div> And I pull her to me. </div> <div> "My place or yours?" </div> <div> "The gutter will be fine," she confesses. </div> <div> As we walk out, </div> <div> She takes another bite from my cheek, </div> <div> And I smile at the fat man </div> <div> By the door</div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>