Marilyn Manson

Refrigerator tracks

Lyrics

Side A

1. CAKE AND SODOMY

Wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
I am the god of Fuck
I am the god of Fuck
wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash

Virgins sold in quantity
Herded by heredity
Redneck burnt out midwest mind
"Who said date rape isn't kind?"
wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash

Porno porno
Porno nation evaluation
What's this "time for segregation?"
Libido libido fascination too much oral defecation

White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy, yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy

wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash
I am the god of Fuck
I am the god of Fuck
VCR's and vaseline
T.V. fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and a dick on screen
Who said god was ever clean?

wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash
Bible bible bible
Bible Belt round anglo waist
Putting sinners to there place
Yeah, right, great, if your so good
Explain the shit stains on your face

White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
white trash, wh-wh-white trash

White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy.




2. SUICIDE SNOWMAN

If I had time to kill the world I'd try
Oh no, but I'm busy, killing me

I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
The striped girls will not be coming back
In the summer
They run from me
May!

I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying, as winter leaves
Spring!

Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah

Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal
Snow melts in my lawn and I am...
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
But I'm busy killing what's in me
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying as winter leaves
Spring!

Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!




3. MY MONKEY

He wear no shoe shine
He got toe jam football
He want monkey finger
He shoot coca-cola
He said "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
I'm the king of this whole planet
The world of madness is a lot bigger than the world of sane

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don't we all
Sanity is a little box

I make music, people are affected by the music I make
That doesn't mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody's hand
Tell them to go kill somebody

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Poor little monkey
Sanity
Break it down

Do you don't ya want me to love ya?
I'm comin' down fast but I'm miles above ya
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains

We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic constantly inflicting a slow demise

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is a little box
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's...dead

I'm the king of this whole planet
I'm the king of this whole planet
I will rule this whole world
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Iddity bitty birdy feet
Me with out my spoon...
Sanity is a little box.




4. LUNCHBOX

Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I'm making my lunch!
Why don't ya eat this!

Bring you down
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 god damn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well, now
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
On we plow!
On we plow!

Someday I wanna grow up to be, yeah
A big rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah

I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down
Want to go out gotta get down
To the playground gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow

Some day, I wanna grow up to be, yeah
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah

I wanna grow up
I wanna be
A big rock and roll star
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, yeah
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
A big rock and roll star.




Side B

1. THRIFT

I sit here all knowing
Knowing nothing here at all, yeah
My cuts spread slower
Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go

Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell

My body hangs on hooks
A cloth to society, yeah
Your dollars wet my skin
Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go

Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell
To sell

I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me.




2. FILTH

You bite the tinfoil they give you
Your piano wire mind is detuned
You are amused by your confusion
Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone

I'll mail you razor blades for christmas
If you're so disgusted then leave the wicked way
You are confused by your amusement
The hypocrite will be the first to see the bill

You want to get rid of me
You want a new lie
You want to get rid of me
You want a new lie
You want to get rid of me
You want a new lie
You want to get rid of me
You want a new lie
It's not the same
You don't mean a thing
You're just another stain
It's not the same
You don't mean a thing
You're just another stain

This won't hurt
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to judge me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to judge me
You're just as filthy as filth can be

Like a piƱata you crack open
Your candy guts cascade in rainbows
You decay in your own containment
The sweetest insides are all coated with their filth
It's not the same
You don't mean a thing
You're just another stain
It's not the same
You don't mean a thing
You're just another stain

You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
You should eat the shit you speak
You know you are what you think
Don't you try to judge me
You're no different from what you see
Don't you try to judge me
You're just as filthy as filth can be.




3. WRAPPED IN PLASTIC

Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me.
Hallelujah!
(backwards masked part:
Hallelujah!
...in thy own name
Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
grow in our kitchens in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our belly
Twisting our guts, melt our spine to jelly)

Guilt is a snake, we beat with a rake
To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our belly
Twisting our guts melt our spines to jelly

Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what were hating only fear that is here

Stay, hey don't want to go now, stay

Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in
Come into our home, won't you stay
I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic

I'm only as deep as the self that I dig
I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig
Face in the mirror, the face in the mirror
The face in the mirror is the face that I fear
Scared and so white, scared and so white
Daddy tells his daughter
Mommys sleeping tonight
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
Don't wanna go now!
Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay
Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay

Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic.




4. DOPE HAT

Manson family, your friends
The Manson family, was a music group
The music group I had was called the Family Jams
and all the girls sang in the music group
and all the guys played in the music group
It had nothing to do with the cult
It was a music group

The great Hoo Doo, oh-ho, will perform a feat of prestidigitation!

I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
The children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
It's no surprise
It's no surprise

Prepare to meet, oh-ho, your doom!
Help!

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me

My bag is in the hat
It's filled with this and that
My visions getting fat
The rabbits just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than
The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes
The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes
It's no surprise

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanary will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me

Gloom, Who put the god damn hat on the bed?