The Bright Young Things

We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Fake abuse for our bios
Blacken our own eyes
The grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire
And we have no reason why

Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow

We're good for nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

I've got my villain necktie
And a mouth of hi-fi
So sharp, I'm bleeding from my Judas Hole
I'm the Arch Dandy, no-goodnik
And I'm headed for Crashville
I'm most monster with my groan box in the "Meat Show"

Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow
We set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol, not swallow

We're good for nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

Crashing the ether
We've got the loudest stereotype
Even neophytes deep 6 your pro-life
We don't need to move a single prayer bone
We're so beautiful and damned
Simply as a "still life"

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause

Stop the song and remember what you used to be
Somebody that could fucking impress me

We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
We know who we are and what we want to say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things

We're good for nothing but being everything that's bad, bad, bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad

Available On:

The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by John5
Produced by Marilyn Manson and Tim Skold
Co-produced and mixed by Ben Grosse
BMI Number: 6507591
Length: 4:19