Marilyn Manson - Son Of Man - text písně

am the son of man, New York City Son of Sam.
With a gun in hand. He rapes the women of our land,
Blood and Families does his death depravity,
Keep out of his way, Live to lie another day,
He was taught to kill,
Dogs and Demons gave him will,
Fear and roaming nights,
Some remember hating life,
Nobody wants him, He just stares at the world,
Planning his vengence, That he wields on the world.
Now the time is here. For Son of Sam to spread fear.
Mother holy ghost, wicked son kills the most,
Nobody wants him, They just turn their heads,
Nobody helps him, Lord he has his revenge.
Gunshots full of lead, Fills his victims full of dread.
Running as fast as they can. Son of Sam killed again!!!!!
(whispered) Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill...
Your Lord, Mardulk. Red sun rising,
In the sky sleeping village, cockrels cry,
softly blowing.
In the trees peace of mind, feel at ease.
IV-TV
Found on Meat Beat Cleaver Beat Demo 89'
The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
So sly the snake, it ate our brains
Injecting poison in our brains
TV-mind hints with rhymes
Your face is cracked and filled with lines
The light's a game that changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Intravenous TV screens
Ultra-violence all he sees
Ride the lightning to the skies
Smack the clouds and watch them cry

Chorus--All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life--

The clouds go by the children run
'Cuz there's no stars in the sun
Water falling from the spout
Into wanting thirsty mouths
(Repeat "Made our lives this simple stain" twice)
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Denial taking human life
All we do is fight
For what we think is right
Sound that might be wrecked by sight
Endless blinding cathode light
Talk of One, Thought of None
Found on Meat Beat Cleaver Beat Demo 89'
Another night of too much cough syrup.
I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone.
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes,
And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
Again, the ringing.
Slowly, I bustle out of bed,
The remnants of an erection
Still lingering in my shorts
Like a bothersome guest.
Again, the ringing.
Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom,
As to not display my manhood to others.
There, I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution
To the once-blue toilet water
That I always enjoy making green.
Again, the ringing.
I shake twice like most others,
And I'm annoyed by the dribble
That always seems to remain,
Causing a small acreage of wetness
On the front of my briefs.
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily
Stumble into the den
Where my father smokes his guitars
....I mean, cigars....
In his easy chair.
I know ALL about easy chairs.
And then I sing a song for my friends:
"Jesus is my boyfriend! Jesus is my boyfriend!
You can't have him,
Because Jesus is my boyfriend!"
Ringing, ringing, dang it!
Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing!
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly
At that shrieking plastic bastard.
Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her.
And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me.
"We are the world,We are the children.
We are the ones who make a darker day,
So lets start killing.
There's a choice you're making,
We're sparing our own lives.
It's true we make a darker day,
Just you and me."

Přidal: Ondra dne 21. 05. 2005 v 10:42.
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