Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth

Come on come on, come on come on

I am overground and out-selling it
Since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue-collar-white-corrective politics
I'm on a hate American style kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on

I'm on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I'll wipe the white of your house
The smile off your face

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

I said, no, this isn't your song
We can't all get along
It's too hard to hold hands when your hand's a fist
My hate-pop won't ever stop
I'm fucking glad we're different
This is my hate American style hit

Don't bring, don't sing it
Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
Come on come on, come on come on

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

Available On:

The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by John5 and Marilyn Manson
Produced by Marilyn Manson and Tim Skold
Co-produced and mixed by Ben Grosse
BMI Number: 6519148
Length: 3:34