They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

I`m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I`m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
I`m dreaming of a white Christmas...

I`m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I`m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Боже, какое безумное время: с ума стали сходить те,
у кого ума никогда и не было...

The Beautiful People

(We’d swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn’t beautiful)
And I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist or 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
And you can’t smell
Your own shit on your knees
There’s no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It’s hard to pick which one they eat the 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
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or 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 beautiful people × n
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean × 2
The beautiful people × n

I'm an angel, I'm a devil
I am sometimes in between
I'm as bad it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I'm a million colors
Sometimes I'm black and white
I am all extremes
Try figure me out you never can
There's so many things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Sometimes I'm perfect
Sometimes I'm a mess
Sometimes I'm not sure who I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am

Боже, какое безумное время: с ума стали сходить те,
у кого ума никогда и не было...

Marilyn Manson © Eat Me, Drink Me

In the wasteland on the way to the Red Queen
It's no wonder our stage clothes have dreams to be famous
The trees in the courtyard are painted in blood
So I've heard
She hangs the headless upside down to drain.

Eat Me, Drink Me
This is only a game

I was invited to a beheading today
I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame
A rush of panic and the lock has been raped
This is only a game
This is only a game

But then our star rushes in
Feeling like a child and looking
Like a woman
She has been forecast with an attempt to kill herself
But the ending didn't test well

I was invited to a beheading today
I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame
A rush of panic and the lock has been raped
This is only a game
This is only a game

Eat Me, Drink Me
This is only a game

But then our star rushes in
Feeling like a child and looking
Like a woman
She has been forecast with an attempt to kill herself
But the ending didn't test well

So picking my skin and my scales
I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare
I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare.

Eat Me, Drink Me
This is only a game

Antichrist Superstar

You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn’t have to sell you
You threw your money in the pissing well
You do just what they tell you
REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you’ll see your star
Prick your finger it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things × 2
REPENT, that’s what he’s talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that’s what he’s talking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you’ll see your star
The time has come it is quite clear
Our antichrist
Is almost here × 3
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you’ll see your star
When you are suffering know that I have betrayed you × n

Guardians of the halls of heart
When we from our homeland depart
To challenge the gods of emptiness
May the quest begin

I was childish and unfair
To you, my only friend
I regret, but now it's too late
.
I can't show you any more
The things I've learned from you
Cause life just took you away
.
I'm asking why
I'm asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I'm just asking why
.
But someday we'll meet again
And I'll ask you
.
I'll ask you why
Why it has to be like this
I'm asking you why
Please give me an answer
.
Many years and stupid fights
Till we accept to see
How it was and it'll always be
.
Why it has to be like this
Why we don't realize
Why we're too blind to see the one
Who's always on our side
.
I'm asking why
I'm asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I'm just asking why
.
Just tell me why
Why it has to be like this
That the good ones disappear
I'm asking you why
.
I'm asking why
I'm asking why
Nobody gives an answer
I'm just asking why
.
I'm asking why

Боже, какое безумное время: с ума стали сходить те,
у кого ума никогда и не было...

Сообщение отредактировал Tanyushka - Вторник, 30.12.2008, 10:43

Lunchbox

(Next motherfucker gonna get my metal)
(It’s just one more way that Satan strangles our society)
(I bring you)
Bring it 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 goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I’m armed real well × 3
(I’m making my lunch)
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
(Fire, I bring you fire, fire, I bring you)
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
I 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 × 3
Next motherfucker
Pow pow pow × 4
(I’m making my lunch)
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
(Did you have fun as a kid?)
(It’s the most beautiful thing)
(It is beautiful to be made into a tattle tale or be forced to admire authority, sell yourself for a piece of candy) × 2
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 2

So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.

Dogma

(They’re afriad of the dark. Imagine that. Come on mother, I want you to meet my friends)
(Burn) × n
Burn the witches, burn the witches, don’t take time
to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn you fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don’t take time
to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape
(Burn you fucker)
(Burn) × n
(Burn you fucker)
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn you fucker)
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn you fucker)
(Burn it) × n
Burn the witches, burn the witches, don’t take time
to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Burn it
(Burn you fucker) x

[PHANTOM:]
Sing my angel of music