La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Taste the hands of children
Happiness of children

Death lies in little hands of children
La la la la la

...pitiful fuck
Are you still in love with me, Missi?
I am so pretty and withdrawn

I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
And the children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in
And the crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

(Shitty Chicken Gang Bang has no lyrics it's an instrumental leading into
Kiddie Grinder on Smells Like Children)

I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being

Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him

Some Bitch: I want to know um...why it is that all of you
Seem to have satanic signs all over you
and what is that make...
Does this music cause you to do what you do?
Manson: Is that directed at us or the parents?
Donahure: That's funny......Twiggy
Manson: Does the music cause us to do what we do?
Donahure: That's your little tape recorder...ok

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

I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck
Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
Red neck burn out mid west mind, who said date rape isn't kind?
Porno nation, evaluation
What's this time for segregation
Libido, libido fascination, too much oral defecation
White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy

Abuser: Say fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck
Groupie: Fuck
Abuser: Frankie
Groupie: Frankie
Abuser: Say it
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Abuser: Say it
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck frankie
Groupie: Fuck Him
Groupie: Fuck frankie
(groaning noises)
Groupie: Fuck Frankie
Groupie: Fuck Frankie
Groupie: Fuck Frankie

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
[Repeat Three Times]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah....
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
....'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do

Oh that hurts

I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
The children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in, yeah yeah!
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
It's no surprise

Manson:...you're gonna have a bunch of angry kids.
Some Guy In the Audience: Well when you do go out to a club, that, you just
gotta watch yourself whatever you do. You just can't 'speckt to go out there and
just dance and don't get touched and non-violent because that's what it is. The
music--
Donahue: I, I don't see how you--

And the world spreads its legs....
And the world spreads its legs
For another fuckin' star!
'Cause I AM the all-american Antichrist.
I was made in america,
And america hates ME for what I am.
I am YOUR shit.
You should be ashamed of what you have eaten.
I'm a rock & roll nigger!
Baby was a black sheep.
Baby was a whore.
Baby's gotten big,
And baby's getting bigger.
Baby got somethin'.

Oh that hurts
Children!

I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
The children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in, yeah yeah!
The crowd begins to grin
But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
It's no surprise

I am the face of piss and shit and sugar
I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey
What I want what I want is just your children
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being

Calliopenis envy from your daddy
You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear
What I say disgusts him
He wants to be me and that scares him

(No Lyrics - Instrumental)