MUSIC LYRICS!!

Marilyn manson-holywood

 God Eat God
dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down, and hold yourself
dear god can you climb up that tree, meat in the shape of a 't'
dear god the paper says you were the king in the black limousine
dear john and all the king's men can't put you head together again
before the bullets, before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains

dear god the sky is as blue as a gunshot wound
dear god if you were alive you know we'd kill you

before the bullets, before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains




The Love Song
the bullet: "I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?
father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?
I've got love songs in my head that are killing us away"
the father: "do you love your guns?" (yeah)
"god?" (yeah) "your government?"
"do you love your guns?" (yeah)
"god?" (yeah) "your government?" (fuck yeah)

the bullet: "she tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
mother says that we should look away
she tells me I'm a pretty bullet, an imitation Christ
I've got love songs in my head that are killing us away"

the father: "do you love your guns?" (yeah)
"god?" (yeah) "your government?" (fuck yeah)




The Fight Song
nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events
isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath into survive
but I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
but I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
and when we were good you just closed you eyes
so when we are bad we're going to scar your minds
fight, fight, fight, fight

you'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
they'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today
and when we were good you just closed you eyes
so when we are bad we're scar your minds
but I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
but I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

the death of one is a tragedy, the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic

(chorus)

fight, fight, fight, fight




Disposable Teens
and I'm a black rainbow and I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for doing violence upon
I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion
a rebel from the waist down
I wanna thank you mom, I wanna thank you dad
for bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
I never really hated a one true god
but the god of the people I hated

you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and I say that you're full of shit

we're disposable teens, we're disposable teens
we're disposable teens, we're disposable

you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and I say that you're full of shit

the more that you fear us, the bigger we get
the more that you fear us, the bigger we get
and don't be surprised, don't be surprised
don't be surprised when we destroy all of it

you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and I say that you're full of shit

you said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man, and I say that you're full of shit



Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)
am I sorry your sky went black, put your knives in babies backs?
am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?
but I'm sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat
and your apples sticking into my throat
sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
and I see all the young believers, your target audience
I see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song

am I sorry to be alive, putting my face in the beehive?
am I sorry for booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?
I'm sorry you never check the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole, I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish, but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

and I see all the young believers, your target audience
I see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free, your father's your prison you see"

and I see all the young believers, your target audience
I see all the old deceivers, we all just sing their song

you're just a copy of an imitation




President Dead
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
president dead is clueless and he's caught in a headlight
police-stated god, and his skull is stained glass
incubated and jet set, the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

give the bills time to work
we all could be martyred in the winter of our discontent
(getting high on violence, baby)
every night we are nailed into place and every night
we just can't seem to ever remember the reason why
(getting high on violence, baby)

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better




In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
we have no future, heaven wasn't made for me
we burn ourselves to hell, as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be a king, then I'd know that I am not alone
maggots put on shirts, sell each others shit
sometimes I feel so worthless, sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough, then I'd know that I am not alone

death is policeman, death is the priest
death is the stereo, death is a TV
death is the tarot, death is an angel and
death is our god, killing us all

she puts the seeds in me, plant this dying tree
she's a burning string and I'm just the ashes
she put the seeds in me, plant this dying tree
she's a burning string and I'm just the ashes




Cruces-Fiction in Space
this is evolution, the monkey, the man and then the gun
if Christ was in Texas, the hammer, the sickle, the only son
this is your creation, the atom of Eden was a bomb
if jack was the Baptist, we'd drink wine from his head
this is evolution, the monkey, the man, and then the gun

I am a revolution, pull my knuckles down if I could
I am a revelation and I'm nailed to the holy wood

this is evolution, the monkey the man and then the gun

we are dead and tomorrow's canceled because of things we did yesterday
we are dead and tomorrow's canceled, they crucify us in our space
in our space, in our space

this is evolution, the monkey, the man and then the gun
flies are waiting




A Place In the Dirt
we are damned and we are dead, all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun and in the dirt
there's a windshield in my heart, we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking before I swallow all of it
could you please?

put me in the motorcade, put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me, dress me up and make me your dying god

angels with needles, poked through our eyes
let the ugly light of the world in
we were no longer blind, we were no longer blind

put me in the motorcade, put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me, dress me up and make me your dying god

now we hold the "ugly head", the marry-whore is at the bed
they've cast the shadow of our perfect death in the sun and in the dirt




The Nobodies
today I am dirty, I want to be pretty, tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
today I am dirty, I want to be pretty, tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
we are the nobodies, we want to be somebodies when we're dead
they'll know just who we are
we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we're dead
they'll know just who we are

yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty, I know now that I'm forever dirt
yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty, I know now that I'm forever dirt

we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we're dead
they'll know just who we are
we are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies when we're dead
they'll know just who we are

some children died the other day, we fed machines and then we prayed
puked up and down in morbid faith, you should have seen the ratings that day




The Death Song
we're on a bullet and we're headed straight into god, even he'd like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket and we hope that heaven's true
I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV, and they know they killed our heroes too
we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you

let's sing the death song kids

we light a candle on an earth we made into hell, and pretend that we're in heaven
each time we do we get the blind man's ticket and we know that nothing's true
I saw priest kill a cop on the TV, and I know now they're our heroes too

we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you

we write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god

(chorus)

we were the world, but we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you




Lamb of God
there was Christ in the metal shell, there was blood on the pavement
the camera will make you god, that's how jack became sainted
if you die when there's no one watching, and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
if they kill you on their TV, you're a martyr and a lamb of god
nothing's going to change, nothing's going to change the world
there was Lennon and a happy gun, there were words on the pavement
we were looking for the lamb of god, we were looking for mark David
if you die when there's no one watching, and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
if they kill you on their TV, you're a martyr and a lamb of god

nothing's going to change the world, nothing's going to change
nothing's going to change the world, nothing's going to change
the world

it took three days for him to die, the born again could buy the serial rights
lamb of god have mercy on us, lamb of god won't you grant us

nothing's going to change the world, nothing's going to change
nothing's going to change the world, nothing's going to change
the world

if you die when there's no one watching, and your ratings drop and you're forgotten
if they kill you on their TV, you're a martyr and a lamb of god
nothing's going to change the world




Born Again
do you or don't you want this to be your song?
it doesn't take a rebel to sing along
this art is weak in its pretty frame
and I am a monkey with a misspelled name
"I'll put down you disco and take you heart away
I'll put down you disco and take your heart away"
I am born again
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

do you or don't you want to take this hit?
does it make you feel like you're a part of "it"
"I'll put down you disco and take you heart away
I'll put down you disco and take your heart away"
I am born again

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

the valley of the dolls is the valley of the dead
the valley of the dolls is the valley of the dead

(chorus)

I am born again




Burning Flag
they want to sell it out, but it up, dumb it down
a good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that wants to see me dead
right now I feel I belong for the first time
multiply your death, divide by sex, add up the violence and what do you get?
we are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag

you can point your gun at me and hope it will go away
if god was alive, he would hate you anyway

my right wing is flapping, the left one is gray
let's hear it for the kids but nothing they say
they gyrate and g-rate on election day
we got out arc's and our f-u-c-k

multiply your death, divide by sex, add up the violence and what do you get?
we are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag

you can point your gun at me and hope it will go away
but if god was alive, he would hate you anyway




Coma Black
a) Eden eye
my mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
my heart's a tiny blood clot, I picked at it
never heals it never goes away

I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die

this was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I would have told her then, she was the only thing
that I could love in this dying world
but the simple word "love" itself
already died and went away

this was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I burned all the good things in the Eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die


b) the apple of discord

her heart's bloodstained egg we didn't handle with care
it's broken and bleeding and we can never repair




Valentine's Day
she was the color of TV, her mouth curled under like a metal snake
although holy wood was sad, they'd remember this as valentine's day
flies are waiting
in the shadow of the valley of death
in the shadow of the valley of death

slit our wrists and send us to heaven, the first flower after the flood
I saw that pregnant girl today, she didn't know that it was dead inside
even though it was alive, some of us are really born to die

flies are waiting
in the shadow of the valley of death
in the shadow of the valley of death

slit our wrists and send us to heaven, the first flower after the flood
in the shadow of the valley of death
in the shadow of the valley of death




The Fall of Adam
the Abraham Lincoln town cars
arrive to dispose of our king and queen
they orchestrated dramatic new scenes
for celebritarian needs
when one world ends
something else begins
but without a scream
just a whisper because we
just start it over again




King Kill 33º
is this what you wanted? this is what you get
turned all your lives into this shit
you never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe and I wear
you fucked yourselves and you raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds you will reap
you never gave me a chance to be me
or even a fucking chance just to be
but I have to show you that you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole
the world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control
you wanted so bad to make me this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry, this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry, this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry, this is what you deserve

king kill 33, king kill 33
king kill 33, king kill 33




Count to Six and Die (the Vacuum of Infinite Space Encompassing)
she's got her eyes open wide, she's got the dirt and spit of the world
her mouth on the metal, the lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby, he's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness, my faith has gone dry

she's got her Christian prescriptive and death has crawled in her ear
like elevator music of songs that she shouldn't hear

and it spins around, 1, 2, 3
and we all lay down, 4, 5, 6
some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts

and it spins around, 1, 2, 3
and we all lay down, 4, 5, 6
some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts