Your sick, and you're gonna stay sick

I'll spread me open, stick to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches, you try to die
I know your poison, in our space we'll

God is unfashionable, you have to have somebody

To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin in our beds we sit
Take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal

Worships, worships, worships, satan
It's just so that they can do anything them little bastards
Why won't you invite me in
A religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand
Your sick, your sick, your sick, and you're gonna stay sick

Sketch a little key hole for looking glass people
I don't want to be me, I don't want to fear no
Mommy's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sow

Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

I met a big fat bug in the devil

Leave yourself to be ultra here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets they will never tell

The devil is just an excuse and

Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

[Weird crazy shit at the end]

Available On:

The Family Jams

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by Daisy Berkowitz
Produced by Daisy Berkowitz
Recorded in Live Warehouse Sessions