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Marilyn Manson – I Hate

Marilyn Manson – I Hate

You are the wind beneath my wings.
The grill across my face.
You are the fuel in my machine.
That special place.

You are the sunshine of my life.
My first and only love.
You are the apple of my eye.
You suck my blood.

And I Hate you more than life itself.
I even hate you more than i hate myself.

I hate, therefor I am.
I am, therefor I hate.

Another nail in my coffin.
Another thorn in my side.
Another gun to my temple.
(Goodbye…goodbye)

And I Hate you more than life itself.
I even hate you more than i hate myself.

I hate, therefor I am.
I am, therefor I hate.

You are the final destination.
The calm before the storm.
You are the worm within my own self.
I died when you were born.

(I died when you were born)

And I Hate you more than life itself.
I even hate you more than i hate myself.
I Hate you more than life itself.
I even hate you more than i hate myself.

Marilyn Manson – Highway To Hell

Marilyn Manson – Highway To Hell

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I’m on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody’s gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I’m on my way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell
(Don’t stop me)

And I’m going down, all the way down
I’m on the highway to hell

Highway To Hell

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I’m on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody’s gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I’m on my way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell
(Don’t stop me)

And I’m going down, all the way down
I’m on the highway to hell

Marilyn Manson – Five To One

Marilyn Manson – Five To One

Five to one baby one in five
No one here gets out alive now
You get yours baby I’ll get mine
Gonna make it baby if we try
Come on, yeah!
The old get older and the young get stronger
May take a week and it may take longer
They got the guns but we got the numbers
Gonna win yeah we’re taking over
Come on, yeah
Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
You walk across the floor with flowers in your hands
Trying to tell me no one fucking understands
Trade in your hours for a handful of dimes
Gonna make it baby in our prime
Get together one more time…
I wanna fuck you, mother [3x]
FUCK YOUUUU!
Get together one more time…
Fuck you…mother

Marilyn Manson – Tainted Love

Marilyn Manson – Tainted Love

Marilyn Manson – Tainted Love

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to
run away
I’ve got to
Get away
From the pain you drive through the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I’ve lost my life
For I toss this coin you can’t sleep at night

Once I ran from you (I’m Bad)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Tainted love
(Ooh)Tainted love

Now I know I’ve got to
Run away
I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way

Once I ran from you (I’m Bad)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Tainted love
(Ooh)Tainted love

Don’t touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
But now I’m gonna pack my things and go
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love

Once I ran from you (I’m Bad)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Tainted love
Ooh…Tainted love
Ooh…Tainted love
Ooh…Tainted love

Marilyn Manson – Kinderfeld

Marilyn Manson – Kinderfeld

He lives inside my mouth
And tells me what to say
When he turns the trains
On he makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty and
The nails are beetle wings
When he turns the trains on he
Unties all of the strings

[The worm:]
“Tell me something beautiful,
Tell me something free,
Tell me something beautiful
And I wish that I could be.”

(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I couldn’t get through it)

[Jack (not spoken):]
Come, come
The toys all smell like children
And scab-knees will obey
I’ll have to kneel on broomsticks
Just to make it go away

[The inauguration of the worm]

(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I couldn’t get through it)

[A voice we have not yet heard:]
“because today is black
Because there is no turning back.
Because your lies have watered me
I have become the strongest weed” weed…

[Through jack’s eyes:]
The taste of metal
Disintegrator
Three holes upon the leather belt
It’s cut and swollen
And the age is showing

[Boy:] “There’s no one here to save ourself.”

[The disintegrator (to himself):]
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear

Marilyn Manson – The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Marilyn Manson – The Golden Age Of Grotesque

All our monkeys have monkeys
we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines
We’re not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

The devils are girls with Van Gogh’s missing ear
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I’ve got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen
So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you’re not late
You tramps and lunatics
Here’s a trick that’s gonna make you click

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It’s a dirty word Reich, say what you like

So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls
Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We’re the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah

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