IV-TV

The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
So sly the snake, it ate our brains
Injecting poison in our brains
TV-mind hints with rhymes
Your face is cracked and filled with lines
The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Intravenous TV screens
Ultra-violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the skies
Smack the clouds and watch them cry
Chorus--All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life--
The clouds go by the children run
'Cuz there's no stars in the sun
Water falling from the spout
Into wanting thirsty mouths
(Repeat "Made our lives this simple stain" twice)
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Endless blinding cathode light

MEAT FOR A QUEEN

Fornicators in wooden silence,
throw grubsteaks on the offering plate.
Supplication, congregation,
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy,
disemboweling heresy
Falsities, falsities,
falsified factualities
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
Meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
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

RED IN MY HEAD

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
Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news,
she spreads her thighs
Red red in my head
I grabbed her knuckles
and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a
Barbie Doll Love have (viecerate-spelling?).
Take this flesh and meditate
I was there with her. We sat there two.
She said to me "What should we do?"
I know some tricks.
And I'll show them to you.
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you, 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. Red red in my head
Red red in my head
Red red they call me red
Red in the bed
The Girl.

SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND

Her heart is in my hand, it shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the tiny lump
that's down inside her throat it goes: suck, suck.
Her face is inside out, an open book report,
I read what she's about, and she's filled with words that hurt
it goes: suck, suck.
Her head is in my lap, it twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp, it hangs and swings like swollen strings
she just suck, suck.
Sometimes I want her in, sometimes I want her out,
My perception of sin, is filled with pain
and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend, I'm not who you think I am.
Her clothes are on the ground, a crumpled
rainbow mass,
She's scattered all around,
and she's scattered now like broken glass
it goes: suck, suck.
Sometimes I want her in, sometimes I want her out,
My perception of sin, is filled with pain
and fear and doubt
She is not my girlfriend, I'm not who you think I am.

SON OF MAN

I am the son of man, New York City Son of Sam.
With a gun in hand. He rapes the women of our land,
Blood and Families does his death depravity,
Keep out of his way, Live to lie another day,
He was taught to kill,
Dogs and Demons gave him will,
Fear and roaming nights,
Some remember hating life,
Nobody wants him, He just stares at the world,
Planning his vengence, That he wields on the world.
Now the time is here. For Son of Sam to spread fear.
Mother holy ghost, wicked son kills the most,
Nobody wants him, They just turn their heads,
Nobody helps him, Lord he has his revenge.
Gunshots full of lead, Fills his victims full of dread.
Running as fast as they can. Son of Sam killed again!!!!!
(suttogva) Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill...
Your Lord, Mardulk. Red sun rising,
In the sky sleeping village, cockrels cry,
softly blowing.
In the trees peace of mind, feel at ease.

TALK OF ONE, THOUGHT OF NONE

Another night of too much cough syrup.
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone.
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes,
And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
Again, the ringing.
Slowly, I bustle out of bed,
The remnants of an erection
Still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest.
Again, the ringing.
Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom,
As to not display my manhood to others.
There, I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green.
Again, the ringing.
I shake twice like most others,
And I'm annoyed by the dribble
That always seems to remain,
Causing a small acreage of wetness
On the front of my briefs.
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
....I mean, cigars....
In his easy chair.
I know ALL about easy chairs.
And then I sing a song for my friends:
"Jesus is my boyfriend! Jesus is my boyfriend!
You can't have him,
Because Jesus is my boyfriend!"
Ringing, ringing, dang it!
Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing!
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly
At that shrieking plastic bastard.
Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her.
And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me.
"We are the world,We are the children.
We are the ones who make a darker day,
So lets start killing.
There's a choice you're making,
We're sparing our own lives.
It's true we make a darker day,
Just you and me."

DEVIL IN MY LUNCHBOX

Sometimes I'll just bring maybe an
action figure or two.
You know....
Other times, I'll bring my garlic spread.
You know, the garlic spread....
The garlic spread's important.
And then you just walk around,
And the people always come up
And they're always sayin',
"Whaddya got in yer lunchbox?"
"For the most part,
it's usually my lunch,
You goddamn cunt."
I get so mad.
But you know....
Yeah, they....
Sometimes I'll just....
I just
SCREEEEEAM!
"Hit it!"
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's right over there
Next to the peanut butter
and jelly sandwich
And the banana.
That's right.
There is a devil in my lunchbox.
There is a devil in my lunchbox.
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter and jelly sandwich
And the banana
That sometimes you gotta bruise
Like one of them strippers at the
Peach Tree Lounge.
That's on Power Line Road,
Right next to the pound,
By the 7-11.
Devil in my lunchbox!
There's a devil in my lunchbox!
He's just hangin' out
By the peanut butter
and jelly sandwich.
There is a devil.
There is a devil.
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
There is a devil in my lunchbox!
Devil, devil, devil in my lunchbox.
(Repeat Several Times)
There's a devil in my lunchbox!

JUNK THE MAGIC DRAGON

Junk the Magic Dragon Mellow yellow acid kiss
War hall painted callio-trips Spining, spining,spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Junk the magic dragon Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain (?)
Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles or something
I need smiles on my lips
Oh, but it gives incentives
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My stone black jeans look just real fine
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain (?)

BLOOD, SHIT & CUM (vers)

"Take my money," Is all I think.
He looks at the earring.
"Fag," he mumbles.
I don't mind.
He's fat.
No one likes him.
Life's too short.
I pass a table of black girls
With short hair.
They look like men.
They all look the same.
I can hear the strobe now,
It's loud.
And the music's too bright.
I look for my friends,
But I can't remember if I came alone
Or not.
Doesn't matter though.
There's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives,
No doubt,
To be my friend.
And as I near the bar
I see two persons
Eating each other's faces.
I bark to the bartender.
He gives me a placebo.
I'm "so young," he tells me,
"To be here."
I nod and swallow the bland drink.
Then I stumble several times
Near a crowd,
And they think I'm a good dancer.
I hear a girl tell another girl
That some girl she knows
Watched a girl
Puke in the toilet.
I smile in their general direction.
The good-looking one comes over
And bites my cheek.
It hurts,
And I start to
Hit her.
But she's grinning,
And I can see my blood on her teeth.
And I pull her to me.
"My place or yours?"
"The gutter will be fine,"
she confesses.
As we walk out,
She takes another bite from my cheek,
And I smile at the fat man
By the door.

THE CAT IN THE HAT

Cat In The Hat
The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house
All that cold, cold, wet day
I sat there with Sally.
We sat there, we two.
And I said "How I wish We had something to do!"
Too wet to go out And too cold to play ball.
So we sat in the house.
We did nothing at all.
So all we could do was to Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!
And we did not like it. Not one little bit.
*BUMP* And then Something went bump!
How that bump made us jump! We looked!
Then we saw him step in on the mat!
We looked! And we saw him!
The Cat in the Hat
! And he said to us, "Why do you sit there like that?"
"I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny.
But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!"
"I know some good games we could play," Said the cat.
"I know some new tricks," Said the Cat in the Hat.
"A lot of good tricks. I will show them to you.
Your mother Will not mind at all if I do."
Then Sally and I Did not know what to say.
Our mother was out of the house For the day.
But our fish said, "No! No! Make that cat go away!"
Tell that Cat in the Hat .
You do NOT want to play.
You should not be here. You should not be about.
You should not be here When your mother is out!"
"Now! Now! Have no fear. Have no fear!" said the cat.
"My tricks are not bad," Said the Cat in the Hat.
"Why, we can have Lots of good fun, if you wish,
With a game that I call UP-UP-UP with a fish!"
"Put me down!" said the fish. "This is no fun at all!
Put me down!" said the fish. "I do NOT wish to fall!"
"Have no fear!" said the cat. "I will not let you fall.
I will hold you up high As I stand on a ball.
With a book in one hand! And a cup on my hat!
But that is not ALL I can do!" Said the cat...
"Look at me! Look at me now!" said the cat.
"With a cup and a cake On the top of my hat!
I can hold TWO books! I can hold up the fish!
And a little toy ship! And some milk on a dish!
And look! I can hop up and down on the ball! But that is not all!
Oh, no. That is not all... "Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun
From up there on the ball. And Sally and I,
We saw ALL the things fall!
And our fish came down, too. He fell into a pot!
He said, "Do I like this? Oh, no! I do not.
This is not a good game," Said out fish as he lit.
"No, I do not like it, Not one little bit!" "Now look what you did!"
Said the fish to the cat. "Now look at this house!

DUNE BUGGY

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 chocolate cow,
chocolate cow,
ask forgiveness and I'll show you how.
Trippin this, trippin this,trippin this,
trippin that,
smile like a cheshire cat.
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
mocked up and down,
heart like a ghost town,
spirits of the world,
cower at my feet.
Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how

WHITE KNUCKLES

Smack dab flat on my back,
The solid ground begins to crack,
I pulled her down and down and down,
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown.
(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you,
You pulled me through with white knuckles,
White knuckles. 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 her face.
(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you,
You pulled me through with white knuckles,
White knuckles. White knuckles.)

(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you,
You pulled me through with white knuckles,
White knuckles. White knuckles.)

NEGATIVE 3

Give me your blood, your teeth, your high school pictures.
Your words can't begin to satisfy my needs.
Give me your hand, I'll never give you flowers.
Your touch can't begin to satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time.
You can't save you.
Nothing comes between you and I.
Don't know what you see in my negativity.
I know you know it's one part you and three parts me.
Show me your scars, show me your broken mirrors.
Your dreams can't begin to satisfy my...
I can't save you from me this time.
You can't hide from me.
Can't hide what's inside in your mind.
Don't know what you see in my negativity.
Always was and always will be, three parts me.

CHOKLIT FACTORY

One boy, entertained,
By the torments of another soul.
Touching was confusing,
And he found that he was all alone.
He sought salvation,
In the darkness of the choklit.
Sweets soaked insecurities.
And sugar teased his need to kill.
(Chorus: Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
Some know indulgence.
Some know, and some go much too far.)
They came, hypnotized
By the promise in his somber grin.
He saw something
In the weakness of their skin.
(Chorus: Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
Some know indulgence.
Some know, and some go much too far.)
(Bevágott szövegek a Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-ból.)
Jeff saved for later,
His prizes of iniquity,
Polaroids to covet,
And bones to hide in 213.
(Chorus: Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell.
Some know indulgence.
Some know, and some go much too far.)

LEARNING TO SWIM

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.

THINGMAKER

You want to look like me.
You want to act like me.
You've got no sense of your own identity.
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we.
That's not what I want to be,
So fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
You can't begin to feel, you can't begin to feel,
You can't begin to feel.
I said fuck you.
I don't want to know you.
I don't want to know.
(Chorus: It's about time, I've made up my mind.
Get out of my life you motherfucker.
It's about time, made up my mind.
I'm taking what's mine.
You motherfucker.)
You are made
From things you steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
can't begin to feel.
So fuck you.
You suck my energy, my personality.
You steal steal steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
can't begin to feel.
So fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
So you're a pitiful thief, you're a pitiful thief,
You're a pitiful thief.
Fuck you.
I don't want to know you,

I don't want to know.
(Chorus: It's about time, I've made up my mind.
Get out of my life you motherfucker.
It's about time, made up my mind.
I'm taking what's mine.
You motherfucker.)
You are made from things you steal from me.
You can't begin to feel, can't begin to feel,
can't begin to feel.
Fuck you.
If you want to worship me then just worship me.
Don't even try to be.
You're a fucking thief, you're a fucking thief,
a fucking thief.
Fuck you.
Imitation's not a flattery.
You're a fucking thief.
I don't want to know you.

LUCI IN THE SKY WITH DEMONS

I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs,
are all your infants in abortion cribs.
You run like roaches, and you try to die,
I know your poison, in our space we'll lie.
To an obscene god we will dance and spit,
the skin is thin, in our beds we sit.
We take off our rings and we kneel,
our scabbed knees are so slow to heal.
Stretch a little boy hole
for looking-glass people.
I don't want to be me.
I don't want to fear, no.
Momma's got a scarecrow,
got to let the corn grow.
A man can't always reap what he sows.
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime.
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.)
Leave yourself to be ultra-here,
the chill of fall is always crawling near.
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell,
the barbers here know secrets they will never tell.
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime.
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine.)

LET YOUR EGO DIE

The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time.
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her side.
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry.
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that she spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets.
Like to see you, baby,
All torn up inside.
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die.
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die.
Die, die, die.

FILTH

You bite the tin foil they give you.
Your puny mind is entombed.
You are amused by your confusion.
Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone.
I'll mail you razorblades for Christmas.
If you're so disgusted than leave the wicked way.
You are confused by your amusement.
The hypocrite will be the first to see the filth.
You want to look like me.
You want to look like. You want to live like me.
You want to live like me.
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing,
you're just another stain.
This won't hurt...You should eat the shit you speak.
You know you are what you think.
Don't you try to touch me.
You're no different from what you see.
Don't you try to touch me.
You're just as filthy as filth can be.
Like a pinata you crack open.
Your candy guts cascade in rainbow.
You decay in your own containment.
The sweetest insides are all coated with their filth.
It's not the same, you don't mean a thing,
you're just another stain.
You should eat the shit you speak.
You know you are what you think.
Don't you try to touch me.
You're no different than what you see.
Don't you try to touch me.
You're just as filthy as filth can be.

THRIFT

I sit here all knowing,
knowing nothing is here at all,
my cut spread slower,
pig hands reach into my sides.
I hate this life you give me,
I give you hate you live for me,
this hurting feels like love to me.
They go down, down... down inside,
they go down town, down town,
they go down town to sell.
My body hangs on hooks,
a cloth to society,
your dollars wet my skin,
makes me paper mache thrift.
I hate this life you give me,
I give you hate you live for me,
I love the pain.
I love this hurting feels like love to me.
They go down...
down town, down town they go,
down town, down town to sell me.

SUICIDE SNOWMAN

If I had time to kill the world I'd try,
but i'm busy killing me.
I don't have time to build a suicide,
because the snowman melts in spring.
The striped girls will not be coming back
in the summer.
They run from me.
May.
I don't have time to even say goodbye,
we are dying as winter leaves.
Spring.
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free.
Corn cob pipe and a button nose,
puddled in the grass two lumps of coal.
Snow melts in my lawn and we are...
If I had time to kill the world I'd try,
but I'm busy killing what's in me.
I don't have time to even say goodbye,
we are dying as winter leaves.
Spring.
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free.
Corn cob pipe and a button nose.
spring
spring
spring
spring

LINER NOTES (vers)

Spread me open, stuck to my ribs,
are all your infants in abortion cribs.
Disease, disease is draining me;
anymore it's not so "pretty please."
Satan is a glass of milk and a bedtime
story that mommy and daddy jesus
scare babies into submission with.
Fascism spreads its cancerous tendrils
into the soft guts of bible-belt-wearing
white trash, organizing their lives around
old testament cartoon characters.
We fuck each other with hatred
and kill the things we love.
We scapegoat the things we don't understand.
13-year-olds, dirty and swollen, are sold
into a porno-nation, sedated and
devoured by their fathers.
With its rabbit-ears smugly erect, the t.v. talks
in hard-ons and acne medicine, while a boy dreams
of stardom and lives in fear of failure.
Denial leads to addiction that leads to denial.
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise.
Who ever said tricks were for kids?
Do you wanna see me pull a rabbit (monkey)
out of my hat (back)?
I have never pretended to be anything but an asshole.
I am what you make me.
I'm everything you hate and all you think of being.
I am nothing but your fear.
And a fear of something will only call it near;
in the end only fear is here.
Our substance-abusing, sexually-deviant,
devil-worshipping children are not the "problem."
They (we) are merely a symptom of Christian America,
the biggest Satan of all.

Save yourself (me),
M. Manson

BIG MOTHER

Mother's eyes are veined and watching
She hears all of our talking
Mother's hair and thoughts are
tangled like car crash
Meat and metal mangled
Mother's womb is taut and swollen
She engenders blind children
Their mouths are opening wide, spits
All her ideas inside
mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping
mother's words manifest in rocks
carved by men with broken cocks
Mother sits in white house chairs
makes all bedwetters scared
Big Mother cracks my hand.

JUSTIFY MY LOVE

(Madonna feldolgozás a korai demókról)

(Chorus: Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.)
I want you to my balls
In Paris, Niagara Falls.
I want you to lick my toes
Los Angeles, San Francisco,
With the fags and the ho's.

(Chorus: Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.)

(Chorus: Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.)
Oh oh oh oh.
Oh oh oh oh.
(Chorus: Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.)

(Chorus: Wanting, waiting
For you
To justify my love.)

FUCKIN’ BITCHES

[Satan On Fire névvel kiadott demóról, ahol Twiggy énekelt]

Those Fucking Bitches Those fucking bitches!
Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes.
Those fucking bitches!
Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes.
Thanks for killing my-thanks for killing my-
Thanks for killing my mom.
Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches!
Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches!
Those fucking bitches!
Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes.
Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my-
Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my-
Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my mom.
Those fucking bitches! Th-th-th-thanks for killing my mom.
Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches!
Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches!
Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches!
Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes.
Those fucking bitches! Thanks for-Thanks for-thanks