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    Marilyn Manson - Portrait Of An American Family
    "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 (Faster! Faster!)
    For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!)
    And they're certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)
    Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)
    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 defication
    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 vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
    cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?
    bible-belt 'round anglo-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"

    [Kid:] Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal

    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
    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
    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
    Calliopenis 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
    "let's 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
    I am 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
    mascara-clotted vision she is fed
    cyclops woman can't see nothing at all
    she got a pin-prick-spiral hols
    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 is the retina?
    she 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 thier 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 won'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 righteous hand
    Goddamn, goddamn (oh, lord)
    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 its wrapped in plastic
    come into our home, won't you stay?
    i know the steak is cold but its 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 yellowist 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 its wrapped in plastic



    "Dogma"

    burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches
    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 the bridges, burn the bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches
    burn the bridges, burn the 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 hate



    "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 dont' 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 working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil'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 working 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 pedophile'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 working 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 working 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 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 be forever)
    We are out own wicked gods
    With little "g's" and big dicks
    Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
    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 thelema, to the abbey of thelema
    Blood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin,
    The 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 thelema, to the abby of thelema
    Blood is pavement
    "when you ride you're ridden, when you ride, you're ridden
    I am fueled by filth 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
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