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La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Taste the hands of children Happiness of children Death lies in little hands of children La la la la la |
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| 2. |
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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 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 Now my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than The quickness 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 |
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| 4. |
| 4:24 |
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Kiddie Grinder I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What want, what i want is just your children I hate what i hate 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 |
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| 5. |
| 1:01 |
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Some Bitch: I want to know um...why it is that all of you
Seem to have satanic signs all over you and what is that make... Does this music cause you to do what you do? Manson: Is that directed at us or the parents? Donahure: That's funny......Twiggy Manson: Does the music cause us to do what we do? Donahure: That's your little tape recorder...ok Manson: We cause the music to do what it does...I think I think moshing is a sign of what christians would call uh...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse ...the Apocalypse |
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| 6. |
| 4:53 |
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Sweet dreams are
made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I wanna use you and abuse you I wanna know what's inside you movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on movin' on Movin' on Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused I'm gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside Gonna use you and abuse you I'm gonna know what's inside you |
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| 7. |
| 5:14 |
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| 8. |
| 1:48 |
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Abuser: Say fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Groupie: Fuck Abuser: Frankie Groupie: Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Him Groupie: Fuck frankie (groaning noises) Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Say it Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Keep your focus Groupie: Fuck Frankie Groupie: Fuck Frankie Abuser: Keep your focus Abuser: Say fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck frankie Groupie: Fuck Groupie: Fuck Abuser: Frankie |
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| 9. |
| 3:37 |
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I put a spell on you
Because you're mine. I can't stand the things that you do. No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No. I don't care if you don't want me 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours. I love you. I love you. (Repeat Three Times) Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah.... I put a spell on you. Lord! Lord! Lord! ....'Cause you're mine, yeah. I can't stand the things that you do When you're foolin' around. I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. Yeah, yours, yours, yours! I can't stand your foolin' around. If I can't have you, No one will! I love you, you, you! I love you. I love you. I love you! I love you, you, you! I don't care if you don't want me. 'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow. |
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| 10. |
| 3:59 |
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Blanche Wyer: ...6:30 this morning.
Barb Warner: I can't hear ya. Blanche Wyer: I woke at 6:30 this morning with a headache. Barb Warner: Oh... Blanche Wyer: I wonder to take 'em or not... Barb Warner: I wouldn't take 'em. Blanche Wyer: I don't know, the headache is heavier than anything else. Barb Warner: It's the first time that you took 'em? Blanche Wyer: Second. Barb Warner: Yeah... Blanche Wyer: I had a little bit of a headache this morning. Barb Warner: I wouldn't take 'em, mom. Blanche Wyer: I won't take 'em now, 'cause I have a toothache that hurts too a little bit. I've taken everything I got, been thinkin' Barb Warner: All that blood pressure medicine you take and stuff too. You shouldn't take those things. You're better off not to sleep then to take the... Blanche Wyer: ? Barb Warner: Oh, my god! No wonder you got a headache! Your pressure's probably sky high! Why don't...You gotta take that every day! Blanche Wyer: I try though... Barb Warner: Are you crazy? Blanche Wyer: It's been 3 days... Barb Warner: That's probably why you have a headache now...Did you take it today? Blanche Wyer: I did this morning, yeah. Barb Warner: That's probably why you have a headache, 'cause your pressure's up. Blanche Wyer: Yeah. Barb Warner: I don't know how you can forget to take it. And when that's the only pill you take... Blanche Wyer: I'm sorry, I have so many pills you'd be surprised. Barb Warner: Well, the blood pressure pill is the most important one. Blanche Wyer: Yeah, I know... Barb Warner: There ain't no other one as important as that one. Blanche Wyer: I got one more and then I gotta get to the store. I got two refills on it. |
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| 11. |
| 1:01 |
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| 12. |
| 4:40 |
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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 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 |
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| 2:48 |
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Virgins sold in quantity,
African-American heredity. I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine. Why are all the niggers in the unemployment line? (Chorus: White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy.) Teenage girl, a teenage queen; 'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen! She likes to give head. She likes it mean. That's why she's my little queen. (Chorus) Yeah.... White boy tryin' to get some behind: "Who says date rape isn't kind?" Who's he gonna goad? Who's he gonna please? It don't matter, As long as she's on her knees. (Chorus) |
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Manson:...you're gonna have a bunch of angry kids.
Some Guy In the Audience: Well when you do go out to a club, that, you just gotta watch yourself whatever you do. You just can't 'speckt to go out there and just dance and don't get touched and non-violent because that's what it is. The music-- Donahue: I, I don't see how you-- Some Guy In the Audience: If you get the music inside your soul, anything can happen. You don't play the music, you can't get it. It's the music. Donahue: The music? Parent: Music is dangerous. Concerned Citizen My sympathy for the parents... |
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| 15. |
| 3:32 |
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Baby was a black sheep
Baby was a whore Baby's gotten big And baby's getting bigger Baby got somethin' Baby want more Baby baby baby was a rock & roll nigger How do you like the world around you Do you like what you see How do you like the world around you Ready to be Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where I wanna be Baby was a black sheep Baby was a whore Baby got big And baby's getting bigger Baby got a gun Got her finger on the trigger Baby baby baby was a rock & roll nigger Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where I wanna be Rock & roll nigger I'm a rock & roll nigger This is your world in which we grow And we will grow to hate you We will grow to hate you We will grow We will grow We will grow to hate you We will grow We will grow We will grow to hate you I was lost in the valley of pleasure I was lost in the infinite sea I was lost and begging for pleasure And this world is waiting for me Jimi hendrix was a nigger Jesus christ and grandma too Brian warner warner Nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where i wanna be Outside of society Waiting for me Outside of society Is where i wanna be Yeah yeah fuck you fuck you fuck you |
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