Marilyn Manson-Liricas de Portrait of and american family

Portrait of an American Family Lyrics    • Prelude (The Family Trip)
   • Cake and Sodomy
   • Lunchbox
   • Organ Grinder
   • Cyclops
   • Dope Hat
   • Get Your Gunn
   • Wrapped in Plastic
   • Dogma
   • Sweet Tooth
   • Snake Eyes and Sissies
   • My Monkey
   • Misery Machine    Prelude (The Family Trip)    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!    Cake and Sodomy    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    Lunchbox    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    Organ Grinder    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    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    Dope Hat    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    Get Your Gunn    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    Wrapped in Plastic    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    Dogma    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    Sweet Tooth    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    Snake Eyes and Sissies    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)    My Monkey    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    Misery Machine    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