Paroles de Lest We Forget
The Love Song
Personal Jesus
mOBSCENE
The Fight Song
Tainted Love
The Dope Show
This Is the New Shit
Disposable Teens
Sweet Dreams (are made of this)
Lunchbox
Tourniquet
Rock Is Dead
Get Your Gunn
The Nobodies
Long Hard Road Out Of Hell
The Beautiful People
The Reflecting God
The Love Song
The Bullet:
"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
The Father: "Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The governement?" (fuck yeah)
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
The Bullet: "She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
An Imitation Christ"
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
The Father: "Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The governement?"
"Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The governement?" (fuck yeah)
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
"Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The governement?"
"Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah)
God? (yeah)
The governement?" (fuck yeah)
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Personal Jesus
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus
Reach out and touch faith
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mOBSCENE
We are the things and shapes to come
Your freedom's not free of dumb
This depression is great
The deformation age
They'll know my name
Waltzing to scum and bass, a marriage of the pain
Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
We take the love
Open your eyes
And watch the world end
We have our places,
But we have no friends
They told us is not good
We know it's great
....drugs*
...take our place
Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
[Cheerleaders & Manson:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
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The Fight Song
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath into survive
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We're going to scar your minds
Fight, fight, fight, fight
You'll never grow up to be a big-
rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today
And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We're scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
But death of a million is just a statistic
Fight, fight, fight, fight
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Tainted Love
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I've lost my lights
I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
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The Dope Show
Drugs, you say to make us feel so hollow
We love and feed, narcissistic cares are shallow
Cops and queers, to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now, in the dope show
Lots of pretty, pretty ones
They want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low, and blow your mind
We're all stars now, in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
Drugs, they say, are made in California
We love your face, we'd really like to sell you
Cops and queers, make good looking models
I hate today, we'll wake up with tomorrow
Lots of pretty, pretty ones
They want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low, and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
Lots of pretty, pretty ones
They want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low, and blow your mind
(blow, blow your mind)
We're all stars now, in the dope show
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This Is the New Shit
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Let us entertain you
Let us entertain you
Let us entertain you
Let us entertain you
Let us entertain you
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Disposable Teens
And I'm a black rainbow
And I'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for doing violence upon
I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down
I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this fucking world
To a bitter end
I never really hated a one true god
But the god of the people I hated
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say that you're full of shit
The more that you fear us
The bigger we get
The more that you fear us
The bigger we get
And don't be surprised, don't be surprised
Don't be surprised when we destroy all of it
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Sweet Dreams (are made of this)
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused!
I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Movin' on
Hold your head up
Movin' on
Keep your head up
Movin' on!
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you
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Lunchbox
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
(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
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
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
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal
Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow
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
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Tourniquet
She's made of hair and bone and little teeth
And things that cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver-tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
But flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts, just tell me
Preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end this way
But flies will always lay their eggs
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Rock Is Dead
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that were fed
So fuck all your protests and put them to bed
God is on the T.V.
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god to medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake
Anything to be loved
Rock is deader than dead
God is on the T.V.
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Get Your Gunn
Goddamn your rightous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you won't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your rightous hand
Goddamn (ooh lord), goddamn (ooh lord)
But your Goddamn (ooh lord), goddamn (ooh lord)
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in the records that you burn
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn...get
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The Nobodies
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day
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Long Hard Road Out Of Hell
I want to fly into your sun
Need fear to make me numb
Live like a teenage christ
I'm a saint, got a date with suicide
Oh Mary, Mary
To be this young is oh! so scary
Mary, Mary
T o be this young I'm oh! so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
Spin my way out of hell
There's nothing left this soul to sell
I live fast and I die fast too
How many times to do this for you?
How many times to do this for you?
Mary, Mary
To be this young I'm oh so scared
I wanna live, I wanna love
But its a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
You never said forever, could ever hurt like this
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road, out of hell
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
Sell my soul for anything, anything but you
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The Beautiful People
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 from the trees
And you can't smell your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, 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 worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old-fashion fascism will take it away
Dried Up, Tied and Dead to the World
You cut off all of your fingers
Trade them in for dollar bills
Cake on some more make-up to
Cover up all those lines
Wake up and stop shaking
Don't you want some of this?
Don't you want some of this?
You take but cannot be given
You ride but cannot be ridden
Pinch this tiny heart of mine
Wrap it up in soiled twine
You've never read what you've written
I'll be your lover, I'll be forever
I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high
Don't you want some of this?
Don't you want some of this?
You shove your hair down my throat
I feel your fingers in me
Tear this bitter fruit to mess
And wrap it up in your soiled dress
Now you must spit out the seeds
All dried up and tied up forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...
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The Reflecting God
Your world is an ashtray
We burn and coil like cigarettes
The more you cry your ashes turn to mud
It's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's feeling cheated
You've only spent a second of your life
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true
There is a dream inside a dream
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
Saw heaven and hell were lies
When I'm god everybody dies
Scar/can you feel my power
Shoot here and the world gets smaller
Scar/scar/can you feel my power
One shot and the world gets smaller
Let's jump upon the sharp swords
And cut away our smiles
Without the threat of death
There's no reason to live at all
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead
"Each thing I show you is a piece of my death"
Shoot, shoot, shoot motherfucker
No salvation, no forgiveness
"This is beyond your experience"
Forgiveness...
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