Álbum Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows de Marilyn Manson - Canciones

Lunch Boxes & Choklit Cows

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  1. Red (In My) HeadVer letra

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    Smiling faces on the wall

    I took a walk down the hall

    I banged my fist against the door

    I tossed a quarter to the whore

    The Camera flashes in my eyes

    I spread the news she spreads her thighs

    Red, red in my head

    Red, red in my head



    I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all

    I bent her in half like a barbie doll

    Love, hate, viscerate

    Take this flesh and meditate



    I sat there with her

    We sat there 2

    She said to me

    What should we do

    Well, I know some tricks

    And I'll show them to you

    Your mother won't mind at all if I do

    To you



    The poor little girl

    The poor little girl

    The poor little girl didn't know what to say

    For her mother was out of the house today

    Today

    Today

    Red, red in my head

    Red, red in my head



    The poor little girl

    The poor little girl

    The poor little girl didn't know what to say

    For her mother was out of the house today

    Today

    Today

    Red, red in my head

    Red, red in my head



    Red, red they call me red

    Red, in bed

    The girl

  2. Dune BuggyVer letra

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    They'd mount machine guns on top of the dune buggies

    And the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine gun

    We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful



    Take it out take it out

    Take it out take it out

    Take it out

    Dog god, bites my face

    Rip it out by the roots

    Rip it out by the roots

    From my skull

    Goddamn toilet washes me away

    Cuz I am the Choklit Cow

    Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how

    Choklit Cow

    Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how



    Trippin' this trippin' this

    Trippin' this trippin' this

    Trippin' that

    Smile like, a cheshire cat

    Get it out get it out

    Get it out get it out

    Get it out of your skull

    You're just a doll

    I make sometimes to play



    Take me down now

    Hole in the ground

    The little girls think

    That I'm so sweet

    Mocked up and down

    Heart like a ghost town

    Spirits of the world

    Cower at my feet



    Take it out take it out

    Take it out take it out

    Take it out

    Dog god, bites my face

    Rip it out by the roots

    Rip it out by the roots

    Rip it out

    Goddamn toilet washes me away

    Cuz I am the Choklit Cow

    Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how

    Choklit Cow

    Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how



    I am the Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how

    I am the Choklit Cow

    Ask forgiveness and

    I'll show you how

  3. Insect Pins
  4. Learning to Swim
  5. Negative Three
  6. Meat for a QueenVer letra

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    Fornicators in wooden silence

    Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate

    Supplication congregation

    Count the creases in your face

    Prophet preaches hypocrisy

    Disemboweling heresy

    And your falsities and your falsities

    And your falsified sexuality



    You can't prove anything that happened yesterday... now is the only thing that's real



    The sky was purple and my eyes were red

    I fell from the firmament upon my head

    Was it something something something I said?

    One day people gonna make me dead



    Caught in this dream

    Can't hear me scream

    It's another variation on my theme

    I'm omnipotent fiend

    I'm meat for a queen

    My hair runs black and my eyes go green



    You can't prove anything... you can't prove anything



    You don't need your worthless mortal body

    Belief is just a pitiful noose

    Your god is cerebral masturbation

    And Satan is your sorry excuse



    Fuck fuck fuck fuck

    You can't prove anything that happened yesterday... now the only thing that's real



    You don't need your worthless mortal body

    Belief is just a pitiful noose

    Your god is cerebral masturbation

    And Satan is your sorry excuse



    You don't need your worthless mortal body

    You don't need your worthless mortal body

    You don't need your worthless mortal body

    Belief is just a pitiful noose



    You can't prove anything

  7. White KnucklesVer letra

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    Smack dab flat on my back

    Solid ground beginning to crack

    I pulled her down and down and down

    I lost my breath I thought I'd drown



    Fistfuls of you

    Fistfuls of you

    You pulled me through with white knuckles

    Fistfuls of you

    Fistfuls of you

    You pulled me through with white knuckles



    Her leg my hand a smoldering brand

    Sticking to her wet, body like sand

    Her place distaste we fell from grace

    Red smears across our face



    Fistfuls of you



    Fistfuls of you

    Fistfuls of you

    You pulled me through with white knuckles

    Fistfuls of you

    Fistfuls of you

    You pulled me through with white knuckles

    White knuckles

    White knuckles

    White knuckles

    White knuckles

  8. Scaredy Cat
  9. ThingmakerVer letra

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    You want to look like me

    You want to act like me

    You've got no sense of your own identity

    You can't begin to see

    That you and me makes we

    That's not what I want to be

    Fuck you!



    Imitation's not a flattery

    So, you can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    I said fuck you

    I don't want to know you

    I don't want to know



    It's about time

    I've made up my mind

    Get out of my life, you motherfucker

    It's about time, made up my mind

    I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker

    You are made from things you steal from me

    You can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    Can't begin to feel

    So, fuck you!



    You suck my energy, my personality

    You steal, steal, steal from me

    You can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    Fuck you!



    Imitation's not a flattery

    So you're a pitiful thief

    You're a pitiful thief

    You're a pitiful thief

    Fuck you!

    I don't want to know you, I don't want to know



    It's about time

    I've made up my mind

    Get out of my life, you motherfucker

    It's about time, made up my mind

    I'm taking what's mine, you motherfucker

    You are made from things you steal from me

    You can't begin to feel

    You can't begin to feel

    Can't begin to feel

    Fuck you!



    You want to worship me then just worship me

    Don't even try to be

    You're a fucking thief

    You're a fucking thief

    You're a fucking thief

    Fuck you

    Fuck you!



    Imitation's not a flattery

    So, you're a pitiful thief

    You're a pitiful thief

    You're a fucking thief

    I don't want to know you

    I don't want to know

    I don't want to know you

    I don't want to know you

  10. Thrift

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