MARILYN MANSON | PAROLES 'PORTRAIT OF AN AMERICAN FAMILY'

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
(faster, faster...!)
And they're certainly not showing
(faster, faster...!)
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
White trash get down on your knees
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 around 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
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal (Robert Pierce)

On we plow

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
I don't really give a good god damn 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, wanna be
A big rock'n'roll star
I wanna grow up, wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah!

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, wanna be
A big rock'n'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
Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You're not gonna hear what he doesn't want to hear
What i say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that's 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 wanna bring me out
I am the rotten teeth, my fist 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 can't 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?

She can't see nothing, nothing at all
She can't see nothing, nothing at all

Dialate, dialate.

I peek into the hole, istruggle 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 brin
I let my mind give in, yeah
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 & pills & needles dance before our eyes
They'll bite the hand if it's slover than the quikness
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.

God damn your richteous hand

I eat innocent me
The housewife I will beat
The Pro-life I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you saw 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
God damn your richteous hand

God damn (oh, lord)
God damn (oh, lord)
God damn (oh, lord)
God damn (oh, lord)

Pseudo morals work real well
On the talk-show for the weak
Your selective judgment and
Good-guy 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-show for the weak
Your selective judgment and
Good-guy badges don't mean a fuck to me

I am the VHS, record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
But i'm just a little girl

Get your Gunn
Get your Gunn,
Get your Gunn
Get your Gunn,

GET!

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 for favor

You cannot sedate all the things you hate

Burn... Fuckers ! (vocal sample)

Burn your bridges, burn the bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges

Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour for favor

I don't need your hate, i decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hate

Burn, burn, burn, burn... Fuckers ! (vocal sample)

Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour for favor

I don't need your hate, i decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
I don't need your hate, i decide my fate

Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
burn the witches, burn the witches

Burn, burn... ! (vocal sample)

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 shocking 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
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine

(Richard Ramirez)
Killing is killing wether done for duty, profit or fun...

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

Yeah, yeah...!

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

My afternoon's remote control
Daydream milk & 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, Yeah...!

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
Yeah, Yeah!

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, Rollin' sixes
I am the habit man, i use up all i can
I got the slacker's hand

(Oh no, oh no).

(Robert Pierce)
Hey, this is starting to fall down a little bit

Why are the children doing what they're doing?
Why does a child reach up and kill his mom and dad and murder his two little sisters and then, uh, cut his throat?

(vocal sample)
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is a little box...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
Then again don't we all

What I make is what I am
I can't be forever

(vocal sample)
Raise up, children! Kill your moms and dads!
Sanity is a little box

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead

(vocal sample)
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is a little box...

Poor little monkey

(vocal sample)
Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout
Make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout

What I make is what I am
I can't be forever

We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise

(Robert Pierce)
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks
Big dicks

(vocal sample)
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is a little box...

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 koo koo
And now my monkey's dead

Raise up, children! Kill your moms and dads!
ha ha ha ha ha ha...!

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country
My monkey
My monkey
My monkey
My monkey
My monkey's bought the farm, yeah!

The primates scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own minds dissonance

(Robert Pierce)
Big dicks, ah, ah!

It's better then numb, yeah, you know, then killing your mom and dad. Then each day there'll sure be...

where nothing is real but the medication and their numbness. And then they cut their wrist and write "I love you, God" all over the walls and hang themselves on the ventila.

(Robert Pierce)
I don't know when to stop when that happens!

I do not like to face reality, but we tell you that there is 300 groups breaking our country today, and the number is growing, as christians we must...

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 ti the abbey of Thelema
We're gonna ride ti the abbey of Thelema
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 ti the abbey of Thelema
We're gonna ride ti the abbey 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
Yeeaaah!
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
Blood is pavement
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
Blood is pavement
Fuck it!
Yeah, yeah, yeah...!

Go home to your mother!
Doesn't she ever watch you?
Tell her, this isn't some communist day care center.
Tell your mother i hate her, tell your mother I HATE YOU!

I want my son off of your mailing list. I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail. My next stop is mt attorney. I do not want this number called anymore and I do not want anything delivered to my adress. If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted. Thank you and good bye.