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Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson


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Откуда Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States
Жанры Shock Rock
Industrial Rock
Industrial Metal
Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Gothic Rock
Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы Interscope Records
Nothing Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Twiggy Ramirez
Ginger Fish
Chris Vrenna
Andy Gerold
Marilyn Manson
Бывшие участники
Wes Borland
Rob Holliday
Tim Skold
Madonna Wayne Gacy
John 5
Zim Zum
Daisy Berkowitz
Sara Lee Lucas
Gidget Gein
Olivia Newton Bundy
Zsa Zsa Speck



Альбом Marilyn Manson


Lest We Forget: The Best Of (28.09.2004)
28.09.2004
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(s)AINT (bonus track)
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Coma White (Japanese bonus track)
. . .



I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful

I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away

Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah

I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away

She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
Gunna be a star some day
Momma says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
An imitation christ I got love songs in my head
Killing us away

Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah

I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away
I got love songs in my head
Killing us away

Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Do you love your guns? Yeah
God? Yeah
And Government?
Fuck yeah
(?)

. . .



Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus

. . .


”Ladies and Gentlemen”

We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom's not free and dumb.
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain.

Bang we want it
Bang we want it.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene. Yeah!

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde): ]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.


The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end.
We have ”high” places but we have no friends
They told us sin's not good but we know it's great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate.

Bang we want it
Bang we want it.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene. Yeah!

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde): ]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.


You came to see mobscene,
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene.
Yeah!

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down.

”Ladies and Gentlemen, be obscene, be be oscene! Ah!”

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde): ]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

. . .



I know they suffocate you more than the passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breath into to survive
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"

And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to world that doesn't give a shit

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

. . .


Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I've lost my lights
I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love

Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love


[Thanks to pimpette_4ever@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

. . .



The drugs they say 
Make us feel so hollow 
We love in vain 
Narcissistic and so shallow 
The cops and queers 
To swim you have to swallow 
Hate today 
No love for tomorrow 
We're all stars now in the dope show 
We're all stars now in the dope show 
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones 
Who want to get you high 
But all the pretty, pretty ones 
Will leave you 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're not then they love another 
They love you when you're on all the covers 
When you're not then they love another 
The drugs they say 
Are made in California 
We love your face 
We'd really like to sell you 
The cops and queers 
Make good-looking models 
I hate today 
Who will I wake up with tomorrow? 
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones 
Who want to get you high 
But all the pretty, pretty ones 
Will leave you low 
And blow your mind 
They love you when you're on all the covers 
When you're not then they love another 
They love you when you're on all the covers 
When you're not then they love another 
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones 
Who want to get you high 
But all the pretty, pretty ones 
Will leave you low 
And blow your mind 
They'll blow your mind 
We're all stars now in the dope show 
We're all stars now in the dope show


. . .



Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us

. . .



And I'm a black rainbow
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence and porn
And I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this fucking world to a bitter end
I never really hated the "one true God"
But the god of the people I hated

You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit

We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

The more that you fear us the bigger we get
The more that you fear us the bigger we get
And don't be suprised, don't be suprised
Don't be suprised if we discover it

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah
You said you wanted evolution
The ape with the great big hit
You said you wanted revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
Yeah yeah yeah

We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens

. . .



Sweet dreams are made of this. 
Who am I to disagree? 
Travel the world and the seven seas. 
Everybody's looking for something. 
(Chorus: Some of them want to use you. 
Some of them want to get used by you. 
Some of them want to abuse you. 
Some of them want to be abused.) 
(Repeat First Verse) 
(Chorus) 
I wanna use you and abuse you. 
I wanna know what's inside you. 
(Whispering and Moaning: Hold your head up, movin' on. 
Keep your head up, movin' on.) 
(Repeat Three Times) 
Movin' on! 
(Repeat First Verse) 
(Chorus) 
I'm gonna use you and abuse you. 
I'm gonna know what's inside. 
Gonna use you and abuse you. 
I'm gonna know what's inside you. 



. . .



On we plow 
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest 
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best 
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause 
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well 
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well 
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well 
I wanna grow up 
I wanna be a big rock and roll star 
I wanna grow up I wanna be 
So no one fucks with me 
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down 
Wanna go out, gotta get out 
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground 
I wanna go out 
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal 
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal 
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal 
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal 
Pow pow pow, 
pow pow pow, 
pow pow pow, 
pow pow pow 
I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow
up I wanna be 
So no one fucks with me 



. . .



She's made of hair and bone and little teeth 
and things I cannot speak 
she comes on like a crippled plaything 
spine is just a string 
I wrapped our love in all this foil 
silver-tight like spider legs 
I never wanted it to ever spoil 
but flies will always lay their eggs 
Take your hatred out on me 
make your victim my head 
you never ever believed in me 
I am your tourniquet 
prosthetic synthesis with butterfly 
sealed up with virgin stitch 
if it hurts, just tell me 
preserve the innocence 
I never wanted it to end this way 
but flies will lay their eggs 


. . .



All simple monkeys with alien babies 
Amphetamines for boys 
And crucifixes for ladies 
Sampled and soulless 
Worldwide and real webbed 
You sell all the living 
For more safer dead 
Anything to belong 
Anything to belong 
Rock is deader than dead 
Shock is all in your head 
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed 
So fuck all your protests and 
Put them bed 
God is the tv 
1,000 mothers are praying for it 
We're so full of hope 
And so full of shit 
Build a new god 
To medicate and to ape 
Sell us ersatz 
Dressed up and real fake 
Anything to belong 
Anything to belong 
Rock is deader than dead 
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed 
So fuck all your protests and 
Put them bed 
God is the tv 
Rock is deader than dead 
Shock is all in your head 
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed 
So fuck all your protests and 
Put them to bed 


. . .



Goddamn your righteous hand 
I eat innocent meat 
The housewife I will beat 
The prolife I will kill 
What you don't do I will 
I bash myself to sleep 
What you sow I will reap 
I scar myself you see 
I wish I wasn't me 
I am the little stick 
You stir me into shit 
I hate therefore I am 
Goddamn your rightous hand 
Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist 
The most that I can learn 
Is in records that you burn 
Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
I am the VHS 
Record me with your fist 
You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl 
Pseudo-morals work real well 
On the talk shows for the weak 
But your selective judgements 
And goodguy badges 
Don't mean a fuck to me 
Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn... 
Get!


. . .



Today I'm dirty
I want to to be pretty
Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt
Today I'm dirty
I want to to be pretty
Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We feed machines and then we pray
Look up and down mortified
You should have seen the ratings that day
Some children died the other day
We feed machines and then we pray
Look up and down mortified
You should have seen the ratings that day

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies

. . .


(From "Spawn" Soundtrack)

I want to fly into your sun
Need faith to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ
Im a saint, got a date with suicide 
Oh Mary, Mary
To be this young is oh so scary
Mary, Mary
To be this young im oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell 

You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this 

Spin my way out of hell, theres nothing left this soul to sell


Live fast and die you too
How many times to do this for you?
How many times to do this for you? 

Mary, Mary
To be this young im oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell 

You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this 

I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell 

Long hard road, out of hell 

I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell 

Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you


. . .



I don't want you and I don't need you 
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you 
It's not your fault that you're always wrong 
the weak ones are there to 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 your knees 
Hey you, what do you see? 
something beautiful, something free? 
hey you, are you trying to be mean? 
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean 
there's no time to discriminate, 
hate every motherfucker 
that's in your way 
the worms will live in every host 
it's hard to pick which one they eat most 
the horrible people, the horrible people 
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple 
capitalism has made it this way, 
old-fashioned fascism 
will take it away 
(chorus)


. . .



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 cheated 
you've only spent a second of your life 
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here 
I say it is and then it's true, 
there is a dream inside a dream, 
I'm wide awake the more I sleep 
you'll understand when I'm dead 
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me 
saw heaven and hell were lies 
when I'm god everybody dies 
scar/can you feel my power? 
shoot here and the world gets smaller 
scar/scar/can you feel my power? 
one shot and the world gets smaller 
let's jump upon the sharp swords 
and cut away our smiles 
without the threat of death 
there's no reason to live at all 
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here 
I say it is and then it's true, 
there is a dream inside a dream, 
I'm wide awake the more I sleep 
you'll understand when I'm dead 
(bridge) 
(chorus) 
"each thing i show you is a piece of my death"
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker 
no salvation, no forgiveness 
"this is beyond your experience" 
forgiveness... 





. . .



I don't care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
But you'll never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I am bone top, a deathset, on a mop stick
You infected me to diamonds, I took all your shit
Your sell-by-date expired so you had to be sold
I'm a suffer-genius and then a sex symbol

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
But you'll never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is u

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

I am the penny in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super ego-bitch, I've been evil a while

I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super ego-bitch, I've been evil a while

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

. . .



I am so all-American, I'd sell you suicide 
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes 
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper 
I am the animal who will not be himself 
fuck it 
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again? 
Hey victim, 
you were the one who put the stick in my hand 
I am the ism, my hate's a prism 
let's just kill everyone and let your god sort them out 
fuck it 
Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/ 
I don't need to choose a side 
I better, better, better, better not say this 
better, better, better, better not tell 
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper 
I am the idiot who will not be himself 
fuck it 
(chorus)

. . .



There's something cold and blank behind her smile 
She's standing on an overpass 
In her miracle mile 
(coma): 
You were from a perfect world 
A world that threw me away today 
Today to run away 
A pill to make you numb 
A pill to make you dumb 
A pill to make you anybody else 
But all the drugs in this world 
Won't save her from herself 
Her mouth was an empty cut 
And she was waiting to fall 
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls 
(coma): 
You were from a perfect world 
A world that threw me away today 
Today to run away 
A pill to make you numb 
A pill to make you dumb 
A pill to make you anybody else 
But all the drugs in this world 
Won't save her from herself 



. . .


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