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Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

I am the god of fuck! I am the god of fuck! Virgins sold in quanity, herded by heredity Red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind

Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil

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

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

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

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 afraid of my disease, disease

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies Twisting our guts make our spines

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 skins an eyesore

Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil