Portrait of an American Family de Marilyn Manson

Listado de Canciones

1. Prelude (The Family Trip)1:20

   Letra

   There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're going Or which way the wind is blowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Oh, the fires of hell are glowing Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be growing (Faster! Faster!) For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!) And they're certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!) Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!) Stop the boat.
2. Cake And Sodomy3:46

   Letra

   I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck (Go on and smile, you cunt) Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck, burnout, midwest 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 White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck VCRs and Vaseline TV fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and dick on screen Who said God was ever clean? Bible belt 'round Anglo waist Putting sinners in their place Yeah right, great, if you're so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy
3. Lunchbox4:32

   Letra

   Bring me 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 my 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 gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker 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 Yeah 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 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
4. Organ Grinder4:22

   Letra

   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 "let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey" The black keys Here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head They try to blink me not to think me Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers My prison skin's an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad I am your son Your dad Your fag I am your fad Here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head
5. Cyclops3:32

   Letra

   Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascara clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-prick-spiral hole She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Cyclops woman dying in her shell Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well Cyclops woman is the eye of the world Who's reflection's in the retina She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate, dialate She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate, dialate
6. Dope Hat4:21

   Letra

   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 The crowd begins the grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me
7. Get Your Gunn3:18

   Letra

   Goddamn your righteous 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 righteous hand Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord Goddamn ooh Lord, Goddamn ooh Lord Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak But your Selective judgements and good guy badges 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 records that you burn Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak But your selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak But your selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me I am the VHS Record me with your fist 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 good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me Pseudo-morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak But your selective judgements and good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn Get
8. Wrapped In Plastic5:35

   Letra

   Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay Rob the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Fear of the beast is calling it near Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic Come into our home, won't you stay? But it's wrapped in plastic I'm only as deep as the self that I dig I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig Thin and so white, thin and so white Daddy tells the daughter While mommy's sleeping at night To wash away sin you must take off your skin The righteous father wears the yellowest grin Don't wanna go now Stay, stay, don't wanna go now, stay Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in... Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in... Come into our home, won't you stay? But it's wrapped in plastic
9. Dogma3:22

   Letra

   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 favour, Evil is your sour flavour You cannot sedate all the things you hate Burn the bridges, burn the bridges, don't take time to sew your stitches Burn the bridges, burn the bridges Good is the thing that you favour, Evil is your sour flavour I don't need your hate, I decide my fate You cannot sedate all the things you hate Good is the thing that you favour, Evil is your sour flavour I don't need your hate, I decide my fate You cannot sedate all the things you hate I don't need your hate, I decide my fate Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches
10. Sweet Tooth5:03

    Letra

    Her heart shivers in my hand She's melting on me like cotton candy I make the faces that make you cry I want you more when you're afraid of my Disease, disease is draining me Anymore you're not so pretty please Disease, disease is draining me I want you more when you're afraid of me I will break your inside out You are mine, you are mine I will break you inside out You are mine, you are mine Her hair hangs in swollen strings I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening I make the faces that make you cry I want you more when you're afraid of my Disease, disease is draining me Anymore you're not so pretty please Disease, disease is draining me I want you more when you're afraid of me I will break you inside out You are mine, you are mine
11. Snake Eyes And Sissies4:07

    Letra

    Wrench is just a household god But I carry mine with pride I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile Run you down without a twitch, Your car's just not as big as mine Tear the son out of your bitch And sprinkle your remains with lye I ain't no working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand Rollin' sixes I am the habit man I use up all I can I've got the slacker's hand My afternoon's remote control Daydream milk and genocide Tranquility with broken knees, Silly putty enemies Butter knife in your side What I got I got for free, Middle finger technology What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine Snake eyes for sissies I ain't no working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand Rollin' sixes I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand I was prophesied by Shangri-La, I am the leader of the pack I am the pedophile's dream A messianic Peter Pan Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man I ain't no working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand Rollin' sixes I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand I ain't no working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand (oh no, oh no)
12. My Monkey4:31

    Letra

    I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all What I make is what I am, I can't be forever I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead Poor little monkey Make you... break you... make you... break you... look out What I make is what I am, I can't live forever We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise I had a little monkey and I sent him to the country And I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo-choo and knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection Of his own mind's dissonance
13. Misery Machine13:11

    Letra

    Man in the front got a sinister grin Careen down highway 666 We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends The needles grow My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema To the abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema To the abbey of Thelema Blood is pavement When you ride you're ridden, when you ride you're ridden I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement... Go home to your mother! Doesn't she ever watch you? Tell her this isn't some communist day care center Tell your mother I hate her Tell your mother I hate you! ... I want my son off of your mailing list I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail My next stop is my attorney I do not want this number called anymore and I do not want anything delivered to my address If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted Thank you and good bye