Marilyn Manson Album

There's no earthly way of knowing 
Which direction we are going 
There's no knowing where we're going 
Or which way the wind is blowing 
Is it raining? Is it snowing 
Is a hurricane a-blowing 
Not a speck of light is showing 
So the danger must be growing 
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing 
Is the grisly reaper mowing 
Yes! The danger must be growing 
For the rowers keep on rowing 
And they're certainly not showing 
Any signs that they are slowing! 
Stop the boat! 

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 defecation 
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 vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic queens 
Cash in hand and dick on screen, 
who said god was ever clean? 
Bible-belt round anglio-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 

On we plow 
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest 
Try 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 
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down 
Wanna go out, gotta get out 
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 gonna get my metal 
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 

I am the face of piss and shit and sugar 
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey 
What I want, what I want is just your children 
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being 
Caliopenis envy from your daddy 
You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear 
What I say disgusts him 
He wants to be me and that scares him 
Lets do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey 
The black keys 
Here is my real head, here is my real head 
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me 
Here is my real head 
They try to blink me not to think me 
Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, 
my fists are lined with suckers 
My prison skin's an eyesore mirror sketch pad 
I am your son 
Your dad 
Your fag 
Your fad 
Here is my real head, here is my real head 
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me 
Here is my real head 

Cyclops woman got one eye in her head 
Mascera-clotted vision she is fed 
Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all 
She got a pin prick spiral hole 
She can't see nothing, nothing at all 
She can't see nothing, nothing at all 
Cyclops woman dying in her shell 
Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well 
Cyclops woman is the eye of the world 
Who's reflection's in the retina? 
he can't see nothing, nothing at all 
She can't see nothing, nothing at all 
Dialate, dialate 

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control 
The children love the show, 
but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes 
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes 
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in 
The crowd begins to grin, 
but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes 
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise 
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic 
My big top tricks will always make you happy, 
but we all know the hat is wearing me 
My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that 
My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise 
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes 
They will bite the hand if it is slower than 
the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes 
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic 
My big top tricks will always make you happy, 
but we all know the hat is wearing me 
Chicanery will always make you happy, 
but we all know the hat is wearing me

Goddamn your righteous hand 
I eat innocent meat 
The housewife I will beat 
The prolife I will kill 
What you don't do I will 
I bash myself to sleep 
What you sow I will reap 
I scar myself you see 
I wish I wasn't me 
I am the little stick 
You stir me into shit 
I hate therefore I am 
Goddamn your rightous hand 
Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist 
The most that I can learn 
Is in records that you burn 
Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
I am the VHS 
Record me with your fist 
You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn... 
Get!

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake 
To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake 
Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies 
Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly 
Stay, don't want to go now 
Drove the children from their chores 
Handcrafted housewives into whores 
Fear of the beast is calling it near 
Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here 
Stay, don't want to go now 
Come into our home, won't you stay? 
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic 
Come into our home, won't you stay? 
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic 
I'm only as deep as the self that I dig 
I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig 
Thin and so white, thin and so white 
Daddy tells the daughter 
While mommy's sleeping at night 
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin 
Don't wanna go now 
Stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now 
Come into our home, won't you stay? 
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic 

Burn the witches, burn the witches, 
don't take time to sew your stiches 
Burn the witches, burn the witches 
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor 
You cannot sedate all the things you hate 
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, 
don't take time to sew your stiches 
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges 
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor 
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate 
You cannot sedate all the things you rape

Her heart shivers in my hand 
She's melting on me like cotton candy 
I make the faces that make you cry 
I want you more when you're afraid of 
My disease, disease is draining me 
Anymore you're not so 'pretty please' 
Disease, disease is draining me 
I want you more when you're afraid of me 
I will break you inside out 
You are mine, you are mine 
I will break you inside out 
You are mine, you are mine 
Her hair hangs in swollen strings 
I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry 
I want you more when you're afraid of 
My disease, disease is draining me 
Anymore you're not so pretty, please 
Disease, disease is draining me 
I want you more when you're afraid of me 
I will break you inside out 
You are mine, you are mine 

Wrench is just a household God 
but I carry mine with pride 
I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile 
Run you down without a twitch, 
your car's just not as big as mine 
Tear the son out of your bitch and 
sprinkle your remains with lime 
I ain't no workin' man, 
I do the best I can, 
I got the devil's hand 
Rollin' sixes 
I am the habit man, 
I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand 
My afternoon's remote control 
Daydream milk and genocide 
Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies 
Butter knife in your side 
What I got I got for free, middle finger technology 
What's yours is mine, yours is mine, 
told you fucker, yours is mine 
Snake eyes for sissies 
I ain't no workin' man, 
I do the best I can, 
I got the devil's hand 
Rollin' sixes 
I am the habit man, 
I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand 
I am the pedophlle's dream 
A messianic Peter Pan 
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, 
I can never be a man 
I ain't no workin' man, 
I do the best I can, 
I got the devil's hand 
Rollin' sixes 
I am the habit man, 
I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand 
I ain't no workin' man, 
I do the best I can, 
I got the devil's hand 
I am the habit man, 
I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand 
(Oh no, Oh no) 

I had a little monkey 
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread 
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo 
And now my monkey's dead 
At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all 
(what I make is what I am, I can't be forever) 
I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
gingerbread 
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo 
And now my monkey's dead 
Poor little monkey 
'Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout' 
(what I make is what I am, I can't live forever) 
We are our own wicked gods 
With little g's and big dicks 
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise 
I had a little a monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
gingerbread 
Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo 
And now my monkey's dead 
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection 
Of his own mind's dissonance 

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