Marilyn Manson

Spooky Kids Vol. 2 tracks

Lyrics

1. SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND

Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend




2. CHOKLIT FACTORY

"There was a strange man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
'Nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out.'"

Where's the choklit? Choklit? Where's the choklit?
One boy entertained by
The torments of another soul
Touching was confusing
And he found he was all alone

He sought salvation
In the darkness of the choklit
Sweets soaked insecurities
And sugar teased his need to kill
Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence,
Some know, and some go much too far

Where's the... Where's the choklit?
They came hypnotized by
The promise in his somber grin
He saw s-s-s-something
In the weakness of their skin
Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence,
Some know, and some go much too far
"Little suprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous"

Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane-a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell-a-glowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
Not showing signs of slowing
Any signs that they are slowing?
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster
Faster faster faster faster

Jeff saved for later
His prizes of iniquity;
Polaroids to covet
And bones to hide in 213
Peel back the faces
We hide within our choklit shell
Some know indulgence
Some know, and some go...




3. LUCI IN THE SKY WITH DEMONS (Beatles cover)

Luci in the Sky with Demons

Your sick, and you're gunna 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... Lie
God is unfashionable, you've got 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...
...a religion out of sickness and hatred, I just don't understand!
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick and you're gonna stay sick

Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear no
Mama's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
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 made a big fat bargain with 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...
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




4. BIG MOTHER

Mother's eyes are veined and watching
She hears all of our talking
Mother's hair and thoughts are tangled
Like a car crash, meat and metal mangled

Mother's womb is taut and swollen
She engenders blind children
Their mouths are opening wide
Spits all her ideas inside

Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping
Mother's hands are long and whipping
My spoiled back is ripping

Mother sits in white house chairs
Makes all the bedwetters scared
Mother's words manifest in rocks
Carved by men with broken cocks

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a zoo or TV
People come here with their families, watch me
Wary of associative speech
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes

We rent churches to fuck and make money in
Then send the kids to their room, go watch TV
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes
Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes

Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand
Big Mother cracks my hand




5. MAGIC 8 BALL

...so fucked with every call
All the bullshit at the shopping mall
You can get your answers from the eight, eight ball
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby Next time

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

If my mind gets hazy
Take my fusion I'm to lazy
Always got these science fiction mentalities
Got to my own course daddy got my pocket to me
(?)
(?)tell em what we need
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Eight Ball
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

Eight ball!
Shake it, shake it
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear

Better, better, better, better
Not tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
I can't tell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Next time

Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear
Outlook
Not good
What I wanna hear
Look at me
Lie to me
You make it all to clear




6. FOREST HEAD

This forest head of mine
Been really testing my lady
Why?

I am a climber
I climb and climb
Until my feet go dry

This forest head of mine
Been really testing my lady
Why?

I am a climber
I climb and take them
Till my feet go dry

Inside my head
Hey...
Inside my head
Hey...
Inside my head
Hey...

Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
...(?)...

This forest head of mine
The music's won
This forest head of mine
The music's won
Won...

Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Take pieces day by day
This dream I can't retake
Yeah...




7. SUICIDE SNOWMAN

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!




8. IV-TV

Black Sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores

Society snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
T.V. minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain

Introveneous T.V. feeds
Bedroom violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the sky
Stab the clouds and watch them cry
Black sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
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All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life

Clouds go by children run
Gulls do nosedives in the sun
Water falling from a spout
into wanting thirsty mouths

Black sun came and changed out name
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain
Made our lives this simple stain

All we do is smite
For what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Denial taking human life

All we do is smite
for what we think is right
Sound of mind bereft of sight
Endless blinding cathode light




9. JUNK THE MAGIC DRAGON

Mellow yellow acid kiss
Warhol painted callio-trips
Spining, spining, spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
(?)
Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles or something
I need smiles on my lips
Oh, but it gives incentives
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My stone black jeans look just real fine
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain




10. SCAPEGOAT

(instrumental)




11. LET YOUR EGO DIE

The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her, side
...you fucking die...

She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets

Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die

Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that was spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets
Like to see you baby
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just, let your ego die
Die, die, die, die

And I say you fucking die