Some men need some killer weed
Some men need cocaine
Some men need some cactus juice, to purify the brain
Some men need two women, some need alcohol
Everybody needs a little something
But Lord I need it all
To get my rocks off
Get my rocks off
Get my rocks off the mountain
And roll'em on down the hill
I may do you one time, and I may do you more
I may turn you into something,
That you ain't ready for
I might want your body
And I might want your bread
I might want your momma to come visit me instead
And get my rocks off
Get my rocks off
Get my rocks off the mountain,
And roll'em on down the hill
Sometimes I dream of chicks
To bring me ever lasting joys
Sometimes I dream of animals,
Sometimes I dream of boys
Sometimes I kill the living
Sometimes I raise the dead
Sometimes I say just screw it all,
and crawl back into bed
And get my rocks off
Get my rocks off
Get my rocks off the mountain
And roll'em on down the hill
domenica 28 febbraio 2010
THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE
The Golden Age of Grotesque
Marilyn Manson
Interscope
Anno:2003
Marilyn Manson
Interscope
Anno:2003
Etichette:
dischi,
dischi di marilyn manson,
Interscope,
marilyn manson
sabato 27 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO COMA WHITE
Something is cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
(coma):
"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
(coma):
"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
(chorus repeat)
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
(coma):
"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
(coma):
"You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away"
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
(chorus repeat)
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
coma white,
testi marilyn manson
ANATOMIA DI MARILYN MANSON
Anatomia di Marilyn Manson
Baddeley Gavin
Sperling & Kupfer
Anno:2001
Baddeley Gavin
Sperling & Kupfer
Anno:2001
venerdì 26 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO ASTONISHING PANORAMA OF THE END TIMES
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
to get it on.
The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to get out of his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage"
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your TV
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
to get it on.
The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to get out of his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage"
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your TV
giovedì 25 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE LAST DAY ON EARTH
Yesterday was a million years ago
In all my past lives I played an asshole
Now I found you, it's almost too late
And this earth seems obliviating
We are trembling in our crutches
High and dead our skin is glass
I'm so empty here without
I crack and split my xerox hands
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
The dogs slaughter each other softly
Love burns it's casualties
We are damaged provider modules
Spill the seeds at our children's feet
I'm so empty here without you
I know they want me dead
I know it's the last day on earth (chorus repeat)
In all my past lives I played an asshole
Now I found you, it's almost too late
And this earth seems obliviating
We are trembling in our crutches
High and dead our skin is glass
I'm so empty here without
I crack and split my xerox hands
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
The dogs slaughter each other softly
Love burns it's casualties
We are damaged provider modules
Spill the seeds at our children's feet
I'm so empty here without you
I know they want me dead
I know it's the last day on earth (chorus repeat)
mercoledì 24 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO IRRESPONSIBLE HATE ANTHEM
I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am not the animal who will not be himself
fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim,
you were the one who put the stick in my hand
I am the ism, my hate's a prism
let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out
fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/
I don't need to choose a side
I better, better, better, better not say this
better, better, better, better not tell
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself
fuck it
(chorus)
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am not the animal who will not be himself
fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim,
you were the one who put the stick in my hand
I am the ism, my hate's a prism
let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out
fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/
I don't need to choose a side
I better, better, better, better not say this
better, better, better, better not tell
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself
fuck it
(chorus)
martedì 23 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
(chorus)
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
(chorus)
lunedì 22 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR
You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you
you threw your money in the pissing well
you do just what they tell you
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
now you'll see your star
prick your finger it is done
the moon has now eclipsed the sun
the angel has spread its wings
the time has come for bitter things (chorus)
the time has come it is quite clear
our antichrist
is almost here...
it is done
I didn't have to sell you
you threw your money in the pissing well
you do just what they tell you
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
now you'll see your star
prick your finger it is done
the moon has now eclipsed the sun
the angel has spread its wings
the time has come for bitter things (chorus)
the time has come it is quite clear
our antichrist
is almost here...
it is done
domenica 21 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO I DON'T LIKE DRUGS (BUT THE DRUGS LIKE ME)
Norm life baby "we're white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary.
Norm life baby "we're quitters and we're sober our confessions will be televised."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life baby "our god is white and unforgiving we're piss tested and we're praying."
Norm life baby "I'm just a sample of a soul made to look just like a human being."
Norm life baby "we're rehabbed and we're ready dor our 15 minutes of shame."
Norm life baby "we're talkshown and we're poiting just like christians at a suicide."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life baby "we're quitters and we're sober our confessions will be televised."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
Norm life baby "our god is white and unforgiving we're piss tested and we're praying."
Norm life baby "I'm just a sample of a soul made to look just like a human being."
Norm life baby "we're rehabbed and we're ready dor our 15 minutes of shame."
Norm life baby "we're talkshown and we're poiting just like christians at a suicide."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs
sabato 20 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO 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
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
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, yeah
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground
wanna 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
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
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
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, yeah
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground
wanna 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
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
lunchbox,
testi marilyn manson
venerdì 19 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE DOPE SHOW
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
testi marilyn manson,
the dope show
giovedì 18 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO ROCK IS DEAD
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that were fed
So fuck all your protests and put them to bed
God is on the T.V.
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god to medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead (chorus repeat)
God is on the T.V.
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that were fed
So fuck all your protests and put them to bed
God is on the T.V.
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god to medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead (chorus repeat)
God is on the T.V.
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
rock is dead,
testi marilyn manson
mercoledì 17 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO SWEET DREAMS (ARE MADE OF THIS)
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.
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, 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.
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
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.
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, 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.
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
martedì 16 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO GET YOUR GUNN
Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow 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
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgements and goodguy badges don't mean to fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
Want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow 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
Goddamn your righteous hand
Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the week
But your selective judgements and goodguy badges don't mean to fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
Want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
get your gunn,
testi marilyn manson
lunedì 15 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO GREAT BIG WHITE WORLD
In space the stars are no nearer
They just glitter like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone
But I'm not attached to your world
Nothing heals and nothing grows
Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves, we used to love another
All my stiches itch
My prescription's low, I wish you were queen just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother marry miscarry
And we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now
Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors
(chorus repeat)
They just glitter like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone
But I'm not attached to your world
Nothing heals and nothing grows
Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves, we used to love another
All my stiches itch
My prescription's low, I wish you were queen just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother marry miscarry
And we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now
Because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors
(chorus repeat)
domenica 14 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE REFLECTING GOD
Your world is an ashtray
we burn and coil like cigarettes
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud
it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's
feeling cheated
you've only spent a second of your life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
saw heaven and hell were lies
when I'm god everybody dies
scar/can you feel my power?
shoot here and the world gets smaller
scar/scar/can you feel my power?
one shot and the world gets smaller
let's jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there's no reason to live at all
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
(bridge)
(chorus)
"each thing I show you is a piece of my death"
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker
no salvation, no forgiveness
"this is beyond your experience"
forgiveness...
we burn and coil like cigarettes
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud
it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's
feeling cheated
you've only spent a second of your life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
saw heaven and hell were lies
when I'm god everybody dies
scar/can you feel my power?
shoot here and the world gets smaller
scar/scar/can you feel my power?
one shot and the world gets smaller
let's jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there's no reason to live at all
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
(bridge)
(chorus)
"each thing I show you is a piece of my death"
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker
no salvation, no forgiveness
"this is beyond your experience"
forgiveness...
sabato 13 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO INAUGURATION OF THE MECHANICAL CHRIST
This isn't me
I'm not mechanical...
I'm not mechanical...
venerdì 12 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO A PLACE IN THE DIRT
We are damned and we are dead
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt
There's a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
Now we hold the "ugly head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt
There's a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind
Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god
Now we hold the "ugly head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt
giovedì 11 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO CRUCI-FICTION IN SPACE
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
If Christ was in Texas
The hammer, the sickle, the only Son
This is your creation
The Adam of Eden was a bomb
If Jack was a baptist
We'd drink wine from his head
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down, if I could
I am a revelation
And I'm nailed to the holy wood
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
..........yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
Crucify us in our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
The monkey, the man, then the gun
If Christ was in Texas
The hammer, the sickle, the only Son
This is your creation
The Adam of Eden was a bomb
If Jack was a baptist
We'd drink wine from his head
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down, if I could
I am a revelation
And I'm nailed to the holy wood
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
..........yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
Crucify us in our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
mercoledì 10 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH
We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And I wish that I
Could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone
Maggots pull on shirts(?)
We sell each other shit
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone
Death is policeman
Death is a priest
Death is a stereo
Death is T.V.
Death is the devil
Death is an angel
Death is God, killing yourself
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And I wish that I
Could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone
Maggots pull on shirts(?)
We sell each other shit
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone
Death is policeman
Death is a priest
Death is a stereo
Death is T.V.
Death is the devil
Death is an angel
Death is God, killing yourself
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
martedì 9 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO PRESIDENT DEAD
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
President dead is clueless
And he's, caught in a head-lock police state
God and scalding stained glass
Incubated and get set to let our(?)
Fingers buy the tickets to go find
God like a piggy in a fair
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
Give the pills down to but we
All could be modern in the
Winter of our discontent
Get high on violence baby
Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why
Get high on violence baby
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
President dead is clueless
And he's, caught in a head-lock police state
God and scalding stained glass
Incubated and get set to let our(?)
Fingers buy the tickets to go find
God like a piggy in a fair
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
Give the pills down to but we
All could be modern in the
Winter of our discontent
Get high on violence baby
Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why
Get high on violence baby
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
president dead,
testi marilyn manson
lunedì 8 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO TARGET AUDIENCE (NARCISSUS NARCOSIS)
Am I'm sorry the sky went black
Put your knives in baby's backs
Am I sorry you killed the Kenneydys
And Huxley too
But I sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat
And your apple sticking into my throat
Sorry you son just smiles rusty nails
And your cruci-fiction commercials failed
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
Am I sorry to just be alive
Put my face in the bee hive
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald
Kings(?) and cocaine too
Sorry I never check the bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
Sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song
Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see
Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation
The president is dead, let us pray
Put your knives in baby's backs
Am I sorry you killed the Kenneydys
And Huxley too
But I sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat
And your apple sticking into my throat
Sorry you son just smiles rusty nails
And your cruci-fiction commercials failed
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
Am I sorry to just be alive
Put my face in the bee hive
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald
Kings(?) and cocaine too
Sorry I never check the bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
Sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song
Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see
Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation
The president is dead, let us pray
domenica 7 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO DISPOSABLE TEENS
And I'm a black rainbow
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
I never really hated the "one true God"
But the god of the people I hated
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
The more that you fear us the bigger we get
The more that you fear us the bigger we get
And don't be suprised, don't be suprised
Don't be suprised if we discover it
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
I never really hated the "one true God"
But the god of the people I hated
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
The more that you fear us the bigger we get
The more that you fear us the bigger we get
And don't be suprised, don't be suprised
Don't be suprised if we discover it
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
disposable teens,
testi marilyn manson
sabato 6 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE FIGHT SONG
I know they suffocate you more than the passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breath into to survive
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
And isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breath into to survive
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"
And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
testi marilyn manson,
the fight song
venerdì 5 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE LOVE SONG
I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
Gunna be a star some day
Momma says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
An imitation christ I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
(?)
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
Gunna be a star some day
Momma says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
An imitation christ I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
(?)
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
testi marilyn manson,
the love song
giovedì 4 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO GODEATGOD
Dear God do ya wanna tear knuckles down and hold yourself
Dear God can you climb off that tree you made into the shape of a T
Dear God the paper says you were the king in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men can put your head together again
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains
Dear God the sky is as blue, as a gunshot wound
Dear God if you were alive, you know we'd kill you
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains
Dear God can you climb off that tree you made into the shape of a T
Dear God the paper says you were the king in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men can put your head together again
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains
Dear God the sky is as blue, as a gunshot wound
Dear God if you were alive, you know we'd kill you
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
godeatgod,
testi marilyn manson
mercoledì 3 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO COUNT TO SIX AND DIE (THE VACUM OF INFINITE SPACE ENCOMPASSING)
She's got here eyes open wide
She's got the dotten spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
Lips of a scared little girl
I got a angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry
Shes got christing prescripters
And death has crawled in her ear
I kill the faith of the music with songs that
She shouldn't hear
And it spins around
One two three
And the we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
And it turns around
One two three
And we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
She's got the dotten spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
Lips of a scared little girl
I got a angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry
Shes got christing prescripters
And death has crawled in her ear
I kill the faith of the music with songs that
She shouldn't hear
And it spins around
One two three
And the we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
And it turns around
One two three
And we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
martedì 2 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO KING KILL 33º
Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe
and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you
raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds
you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a fucking chance just to be.
But I have to show you that
you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make me this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe
and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you
raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds
you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a fucking chance just to be.
But I have to show you that
you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make me this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
King Kill 33
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
king kill 33º,
testi marilyn manson
lunedì 1 febbraio 2010
BIGLIETTI MARILYN MANSON, TESTO THE FALL OF ADAM
And Abraham Lincoln down cause I'm right to dispose of our king and queen
They all get straited tramatic....for celebrity needs
One one world(?) ends something else begins
Not without a scream
Just a whisper, because we just, started over again
Do you love your guns?
Your god and your government? Let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
Do you love your god and your government?
Let me hear you goddamn it
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government? let me hear you
Hey
Your Mother? And your Father? And your baby?
Goddamn it let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
I want your mothers and your fathers to hear you say it
Hey
...every single one of you motherfuckers let me hear it from you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government?
Hey
I wanna hear it from everyone
I wanna hear you say you want a gun, let me hear it
Hey
They all get straited tramatic....for celebrity needs
One one world(?) ends something else begins
Not without a scream
Just a whisper, because we just, started over again
Do you love your guns?
Your god and your government? Let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
Do you love your god and your government?
Let me hear you goddamn it
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government? let me hear you
Hey
Your Mother? And your Father? And your baby?
Goddamn it let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
I want your mothers and your fathers to hear you say it
Hey
...every single one of you motherfuckers let me hear it from you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government?
Hey
I wanna hear it from everyone
I wanna hear you say you want a gun, let me hear it
Hey
Etichette:
biglietti marilyn manson,
testi marilyn manson,
the fall of adam
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