Marilyn Manson : Live and Unreleased Studio Demos 1993

Indus Gothic / USA
(1998 - Self-Released)
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Lyrics

1. CAKE AND SODOMY

I am the god of fuck x 2

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
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy x 3

I am the god of fuck x 2
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, p
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
(x 4)
Time for cake and sodomy x 2


2. SUICIDE SNOWMAN

If I had time to kill the world I'd try
Oh no, 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 good-bye
We are dying, as winter leaves
Spring!

Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah

Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal
Snow melts in my lawn and I am...
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 good-bye
We are dying as winter leaves
Spring!

Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!


3. 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 x 3

Refrain:
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
G otta get out
To the playground
G onna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal x 3
Next motherfucker
Pow pow pow x 4

[Refrain] (x 2)
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me


4. 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
They want me to stay
This life I cannot feign
They want me to stay
This life I cannot feign


5. 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 littel "g's" and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And (k)now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance


6. 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 abby of thelema
Blood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin
Bugs in my teeth nake 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


7. 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 abby of thelema
Blood is pavement the grill in the front is my sinister grin
Bugs in my teeth nake 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


8. STRANGE SAME DOGMA

Burn the witches, burn the witches.
Don't take time to sew the stitches.
Burn the witches, burn the witches.
Don't take time to sew the stitches.
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine.
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine.
I don't need your hate.
I decide my fate.
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches.
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches.
Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn.
Strange same dogma, on and on.
I don't need your hate.
I decide my fate.
We don't viscerate.
Your mind masturbates.


9. 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
...you fucking die...

She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets

Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die

Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, 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, die

And I say you fucking die


10. 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 Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery
So, 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
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
You 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
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel 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 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 You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel Fuck you!
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
You're a fucking thief Fuck you Fuck you!
Imitation's not a flattery
So, you're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful theif
You're a fucking thief
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know you

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