Álbum Portrait of an American Family de Marilyn Manson - Canciones

Portrait of an American Family

Listado de canciones del álbum Portrait of an American Family

  1. Prelude (The Family Trip)Ver letra 1:20

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    letra de Prelude (The Family Trip)

    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.

    Músicos invitados: Marilyn Manson (2) (Performer [Boat Ride])
  2. Cake And SodomyVer letra 3:46

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    letra de Cake And Sodomy

    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. LunchboxVer letra 4:32

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    letra de Lunchbox

    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

    Músicos invitados: Trent Reznor (Guitar [Bionic])
  4. Organ GrinderVer letra 4:22

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    letra de Organ Grinder

    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. CyclopsVer letra 3:32

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    letra de Cyclops

    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 HatVer letra 4:21

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    letra de Dope Hat

    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

    Músicos invitados: Marilyn Manson (2) (Loops [Additional]), Chris Vrenna (Percussion [Additional])
  7. Get Your GunnVer letra 3:18

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    letra de Get Your Gunn

    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

    Músicos invitados: Hope Nicholls (Saxophone [Uncontrolled])
  8. Wrapped In PlasticVer letra 5:35

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    letra de Wrapped In Plastic

    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

    Músicos invitados: Charlie Clouser (Drums [Additional Voodoo Drums]), Marilyn Manson (2) (Noises [Knives]), Melissa (7) (Performer [Violation])
  9. DogmaVer letra 3:22

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    letra de Dogma

    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

    Músicos invitados: Hope Nicholls (Backing Vocals), Hope Nicholls (Other [Citronella])
  10. Sweet ToothVer letra 5:03

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    letra de Sweet Tooth

    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

    Músicos invitados: Marilyn Manson (2) (Loops [Scab Loop])
  11. Snake Eyes And SissiesVer letra 4:07

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    letra de Snake Eyes And Sissies

    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)

    Músicos invitados: Podboy (Percussion [Skull]), Madonna Wayne Gacy (Voice [Maria])
  12. My MonkeyVer letra 4:31

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    letra de My Monkey

    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

    Músicos invitados: Madonna Wayne Gacy (Brass [The Pitiful Pot Pie Brass Section]), Sean Beavan (Brass [The Pitiful Pot Pie Brass Section]), Trent Reznor (Brass [The Pitiful Pot Pie Brass Section]), Robert Pierce (Voice [Boy), Robert Pierce (Age 6])
  13. Misery MachineVer letra 13:11

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    letra de Misery Machine

    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

23 Comentarios de los usuarios

  1. : cool
  2. ...: Este tio esta locoooo!! maldito endemoniadoo como me gustaaaaan!! marilyn do u wanna fuck meee?????
  3. diiaanaakissmee: wow!!!! me fascinaa!!!
  4. angiemoooooooo: colllllllll .............marilyn manson el mejorrrrrrrrrrr te adoro 4 ever ;.p
  5. brutaldeath: tan catolico el padre y paranoica la madre tenia que salir algo bueno de ahí jajaja que grande es el c.....
  6. vivametal: este es una de mis bandas favoritas son la chingada los adoro
  7. Rammtein: De Ptm Manson Yeah!!!
  8. niña dulce: quiero su carmin en mi
  9. sebi12: aguante marilyn manson loco
  10. CHARLIE: LOOOOO MEJOR MANSON !!!! (L)
  11. rock_bad: x ser el primer cd sta genial. mis canciones favoritas de st disco son lonch box, dogma y my monkey.
  12. Cell94: El dios de la musica joder! MM genial ><
  13. sebi12: aguante marilyn manson es el mejor de todas las bandas q me gustan manson es el mejor!!!! manson forever!!
  14. hallo: esta de poca puta madre ese album
  15. crisstinita: es lejos lo mejor de la música the beautiful people todo lo que ase esta biennnnnnnnnnnnn.
  16. death: si si rock
  17. metalaron: el mejor disco del mejor grupo XD
  18. Cristiano: Estas cosas no le agradan a Dios, se irán al infierno... Y allá seguirá la fiesta con este cabrón que se pasa a Dios por los huevos.. !!!!! Excelente disco.
  19. xXdieguitoXxEmitoXx: La mejor banda q hace todo loq quisiera hace r jeje buen disco y excelentes canciones
  20. Rockera 1996: Este disco esta de lokos es de los mejores de manson wwwwwoooooooooowwwwwww
  21. anaximandro7905: Para mi este album es el mejor de Manson
  22. : muy bueno¡¡¡¡¡
  23. chris : es uno de los mas grandes Marilyn Manson enseño al mundo muchas cosas que nadie se atrevia a decir la verdad es unico..!!

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