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Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson


Background information
Origin Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Shock Rock
Industrial Rock
Industrial Metal
Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Gothic Rock
Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
Nothing Records
Website Website
Members
Twiggy Ramirez
Ginger Fish
Chris Vrenna
Andy Gerold
Marilyn Manson
Former members
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



Marilyn Manson Album


Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death) (11/14/2000)
11/14/2000
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The Nobodies (acoustic; UK bonus track)
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Dear God do ya wanna tear knuckles down and hold yourself
Dear God can you climb off that tree you made into the shape of a T
Dear God the paper says you were the king in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men can put your head together again

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains

Dear God the sky is as blue, as a gunshot wound
Dear God if you were alive, you know we'd kill you

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains

. . .



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
(?)

. . .



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!

. . .



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

. . .



Am I'm sorry the sky went black
Put your knives in baby's backs
Am I sorry you killed the Kenneydys
And Huxley too
But I sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat
And your apple sticking into my throat
Sorry you son just smiles rusty nails
And your cruci-fiction commercials failed
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous

I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song

Am I sorry to just be alive
Put my face in the bee hive
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald
Kings(?) and cocaine too
Sorry I never check the bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
Sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful, anonymous

I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song
We all just sing this song

Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see
Valley of death, we are free
Your fathers your prison(?) you see

I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing this song

You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation


. . .



This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby
President dead is clueless
And he's, caught in a head-lock police state
God and scalding stained glass
Incubated and get set to let our(?)
Fingers buy the tickets to go find
God like a piggy in a fair

And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby

Give the pills down to but we
All could be modern in the
Winter of our discontent
Get high on violence baby
Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why
Get high on violence baby
And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
This is for the people that want you
Get high on violence baby

And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better
And we don't want to live live forever

. . .



We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And I wish that I
Could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots pull on shirts(?)
We sell each other shit
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is a priest
Death is a stereo
Death is T.V.
Death is the devil
Death is an angel
Death is God, killing yourself

She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Let this dying tree
She's the burning string
I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me

. . .



This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
If Christ was in Texas
The hammer, the sickle, the only Son
This is your creation
The Adam of Eden was a bomb
If Jack was a baptist
We'd drink wine from his head

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun

I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down, if I could
I am a revelation
And I'm nailed to the holy wood

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
..........yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
Crucify us in our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space
In our space

This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution

. . .



We are damned, we are dead
All God's children to be sent
Into our perfect place, in the sun
In the depth(?)

There's a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scared
Could you stop the meat from .....
Before I swallow all of it
Could you please

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me your dying God

Angel's needles poke through our eyes
Looked through the ugly light the world in
We were no longer bright
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me your dying God

No one holds the oakly(?) head
The mirror you hold is at the bed
It casts a shadow over perfect death

. . .



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

. . .



Were on a bullet and were headed straight into God
Even he lacks an ending too
We took a pill get face lift(?) ticket
And we hope that it is true
I saw cop feed a priest on the T.V.
And I know they killed our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
Cause we got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We sing the death song kids

We light a candle on a earth we made into hell
And we pretend that were in heaven
Each time we do we get the blind man's ticket
And we know that nothing is true
I saw a priest kill a cop on the T.V.
And I know they're our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
Cause we got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We sing the death song kids
We sing the death song kids

We sing the death song kids
We sing the death song kids
We write our prayers on a little bomb
Kiss it on the face and send it to God

We sing the death song kids
Cause we got no future
And we wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
...we got no future
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
...we got no future
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you
We wanna be just like you


. . .



There was christ in the metal shell
There was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you God
Until jack becomes sainted

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and your forgotten
If they kill you on their T.V.
You're a martyr in the Lamb of God
Nothing's gunna change
Nothing's gunna change the world

There was Lennon in the happy gun
There were ruds on the pavement
We were looking for the Lamb of God
We were looking for our David

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and your forgotten
Did they kill you on their T.V.
You're a martyr in the Lamb of God
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change the world

It took three days for him to die
The born again to buy the serial rights
Lamb of God have mercy on us
Lamb of God would you grant us?
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change
Nothing's gunna change the world
Nothing's gunna change the world

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and your forgotten
If they kill you on their T.V.
You're a martyr in the Lamb of God


. . .



Do you don't ya want this to be your song
It doesn't take a rebel(?) to sing along
The son is weak in his pretty pretty frame
I'm your monkey with a misspelled name

And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
I'll be born again

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you

Do you don't ya want to take this hit
Does it make you feel like a part of it
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
I'll be born again

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you

The valley of the dolls
Is the valley of the dead
The valley of the dolls
Is the valley of the dead

I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
I'm someone else, I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid, just like you
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
I'll be born again
I'll be born again
I'll be born again

. . .



They wanna sell it, buy it up, dumb it down
Good God is hard to find
But you're the crowd that wants to see me dead
Right now I feel I'm alive for the first time
Marching for your death, mouth of sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scared and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag

Point a gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you anyway

The right wing is left and the left one is gray
It's safe for the kids but nothing is safe
But you¡Їre rated G rating election day
Got a A-B-C and a F-U-C-K
F-U-C-K
F-U-C-K

Marching for your death, mouth of sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scared and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag

Point a gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you anyway

We are all just stars and we're wasting
We are all just scared and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag

. . .



My mouth was a crib
And it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
Her hearts a tiny blood clot
I picked at it, it never heals, it never goes away

Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay

I would've told her then
She was the only thing
That I could love, in this dying world
But the simple word, of love itself 
Already died and went away

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay

Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die
Burn all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run, too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I killed myself to make everybody pay

Our hearts a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair
Our hearts a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we could never repair


. . .



She was the color of T.V.
Her mouth could render like a metal snake
All of holy wood was sad
They'd remembered that this is Valentines day
Flies are waiting

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood

I saw that pregnant girl today
She didn't know that it was dead inside
Even though it was alive
Some of us are really born to die
Flies are waiting

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death

. . .



And Abraham Lincoln down cause I'm right to dispose of our king and queen
They all get straited tramatic....for celebrity needs
One one world(?) ends something else begins
Not without a scream
Just a whisper, because we just, started over again

Do you love your guns?
Your god and your government? Let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
Do you love your god and your government?
Let me hear you goddamn it
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government? let me hear you
Hey
Your Mother? And your Father? And your baby?
Goddamn it let me hear you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
I want your mothers and your fathers to hear you say it
Hey
...every single one of you motherfuckers let me hear it from you
Hey
Do you love your guns?
And your god and your government?
Hey
I wanna hear it from everyone
I wanna hear you say you want a gun, let me hear it

. . .


Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe
and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you
raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds
you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a fucking chance just to be.
But I have to show you that
you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make me this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king...

and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve

King Kill 33
King Kill 33

. . .



She's got here eyes open wide
She's got the dotten spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
Lips of a scared little girl
I got a angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry
Shes got christing prescripters
And death has crawled in her ear
I kill the faith of the music with songs that
She shouldn't hear
And it spins around
One two three
And the we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
And it turns around
One two three
And we all lay down
Four five six

. . .



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

. . .


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