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Marilyn Manson The Last Tour On Earth

number one son And he?s been waiting so long To get it on The boy?s 15 but he?s 16 gauge Want to get out from his Jesus cage He?s already torn out the last

This isn't me, I'm not mechanical This isn't me, I'm not mechanical This isn't me, I'm not mechanical This isn't me, I'm not mechanical

: 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

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

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

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

: 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

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

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