shotgunned cans like flowers
drink yourself to death
watch you fall asleep alone
pissing the bed
lock me up inside you
where everything dies
haunting me like a ghost
that’s never known a body
you can’t have mine
you’d cut off your nose
just to spite your face
just to serve it to me
on a silver tray
shoot yourself in the head
just to spray the guts
on your baby portraits
flowerbeds and altars
made out of bottles and vomit
no i don’t love you anymore
torture porn inside your head
tie me up, keep me in your bed room
the christians screaming to us through your tv
they don’t save me, they don’t save you
i want to be pretty
but i don’t want to be clean
your step-dad put you in a chair
tied you up and he beat you there
and you drowned like the girls
at the lake in the summer
where we swam together
beverly marsh’s father
took her skull
put it on the mantel
hung her photo on the wall
and kissed it
so gentle
if only i could love you enough to give you what you need
if only i could be for you the hand that feeds
cause i know you can only starve so much
til you like how it feels
sitting on a throne of bones
staring at that cold meal
it's not your body that i love
but it's the shell you're inside of
and you're killing it, you're killing
the only piece of you i can touch
it's not your body that i need
but that's what sleeps next to me
and you're killing it, you're killing it
you're killing it
please eat
if only i could make you believe you deserve everything
every spoon and bi...
take me to the blue moon motel
carry me over the threshold
treat me like i am your young bride
together on our wedding night
fuck me in the motel shower
make my makeup run like a porn star
carry me naked to the bed
fawn my hair out when it's still wet
from the motel window, the signs twinkle and the stars go
i see all the places you've taken me and all the places we'll go together
hold me spoon me and i'll pretend
in your arms that i am pregnant
with your baby, yeah your baby
your two babies softly sleeping
you're my mickey i'm your mallory
you're my kurt i'm your cour...
virgin mary, jesus christ
think i just found the light in your eyes
think i just became as religious as they come
i think i just found god
dumb founded by the glow of your gold halo
oh god i can't believe i'm staring at a living angel
give me a bible, i'll put my hand on it
give me a pen to join the 700 club
baptisms baby, dip me in the lake
pour the holy water i'll drink the whole cup
cause i never believed there was a heaven til i found you
and i never prayed the church always told me to
but now you can count on me to get on my knees for you
virgin mary, jesus christ
w...
he hit me and it felt like a kiss
he spanked me as i laid over his leg
he put me on one knee and said
"sweetie i'll make this cute bum red"
and then he hit me and i was glad
walked over in my knee highs and sat in his lap
smiled wide for him and purred like a little cat
he said "tell me what you want me to do
anything i will"
so i told him to treat me like i'd been a real bad girl
i got down on my hands and my knees
he said, "yeah you're a real bad girl
who needs punishing"
i pouted like a child and gave him puppy eyes
he gave my ass a few more slaps
and made me apologize
there is dust inside you settling like snow
i try to catch it with my tongue
when you run your lips along my throat
there are hand prints on your throat
parts of you are shutting down like
street lights burning out
but i have always felt safest with you in the dark
i know you are nothing like him
so delicate, hands show such control
we both know you could hurt me
but you don’t
i know you would rather die
than grow into his clothes
original song by Marilyn Manson
original song by Marilyn Manson
original song by Foster The People
you’re so cool you’re so cool
walking down the hall
wild eyes they are black
like the magic 8 ball
you got guns for trophies
mounted up like animal heads
with the skulls of all the
high school champs you keep
in rows above the bed, you told me
“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever
you’re so cool you’re so cool
i’ll bet when you were born
all the orange crush & ne-hi soda
bottles in the world fizzed over
they wanna break yr heart
but it’s made of blood & tar
you carry all that suffering
like a gun between your ...
i shot an angel with my father’s rifle
i should have set it free, but i let it bleed
made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
i shot an angel, kept it in my backyard
hung it out to dry on the clothing line
pinned above my bed like the cross
of jesus christ on the wall
and i know one day hell will catch up to me
and i’m sure that i will burn eternally
one day it will come to claim its pound of flesh
when it’s done, there won’t be anything left
i shot an angel, dragged it to my basement
starved it till it died and i did not cry
sickness of poacher’s pride
empties lined along the porch
shoot them dead, show no remorse
white trashing with you
live in endless afternoon
making love to the Sunday cartoons
white trashing with you
all that glitters is not gold
and this same place is getting old
but dreams are fulfilled
where the purple grass grows
i can see it all just beyond our window
innocence that i have bled
carved your name into my leg
white trashing with you
plastic jesus, Santa Claus
rotting like relics in the yard
white trashing with you
inherited your dad’s crazy eyes
history repeats our whole damn lives
yeah this...
born a cop in uniform in black vinyl gloves
i don’t hate you for your steel-toed boots
or your handcuffs
you are the way you always were
you like your cruel games
but i am not so quick to break
i count my gain in blood & pain
i like it when it hurts like hell
there’s nothing you can do to me
i wouldn’t do to myself
i’ll be bound to you in leather & chains
i’ll be your sister your young bride
your daughter your slave
the swan sang with a broken neck
out by the pool, behind the fence
you can’t forgive me when
you know if i had the gun i’d
choose to shoot again
he raised my hands in the backyard
he taught me to be a good shot
you love the sound of sorry
even when you know i’m not
in the holy land of broken homes
you still pretend you don’t know
that i took it out back and i
snapped its neck just like
a wishbone and let it die
he raised my hands in the backyard
he taught me to be a good shot
you love the sound of sorry
even when you know i’m not
hell has a name — “satan’s den”
got the lock on the trailer, got the tape recorder in
he’s gonna strap her to the bed, spread apart her legs
and pull the soul out of the body that its in
and when he’s done he will give her to the earth
a starving animal will always feed
god as his witness he’ll smile
as he watches her bones slide between its teeth
never grow old, never grow old
in the land where she’ll never grow old
never grow old, never grow old
in the land where she’ll never grow old
give it up for the milk carton angel
soaked in vomit, tied up at the kitchen table
chok...
drinking a cup of alligator blood
tastes like the heads & feet we’d see
for sale at the local pawn
we’d make necklaces out of
i’d wear them round my neck
i’m a sucker for the love of the flesh
all things rancid and delicate
but the smell in the summer heat
it still gets to me
knee-deep in the poacher’s dream
he dragged that thing out back and he
hung it upside down & slit its belly open
and then he let it bleed out
he held my head & made me watch
filled my mouth up with its blood and said
“grow up weak or grow up tough”
playing in the swamp of alligator blood
behind our...
