The Golden Age Of Grotesque

2003

This Is The New Shit

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

OBSCENE

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

Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces

We know it's all braile beneath their skirts

A bulletproof biz-op and swing heil

I don't really care what gentlemen prefer

Say all you pindown girls with bonafied ballers

So manically depressed and manically dressed

We got a venus not in furs but in uniforms

If you're not dancing, then you're dead

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playing

All the punk got angels saying*

Tell all the rest of them we don't even know

All the thug rock kids are playing

All the punk got angels saying*

Tell all the rest of them we don't even know

GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!

You're one of us! You're one of us!

GO! GO! GO!

Throw your cheek*, doppelgangers

You're one of us!

Trouble now junkies ain't silver tongued*

Marching down the stairway to substance

Cocaingels and asses give me opium masses

Tell your church-born preachers we'll fill up your glasses*

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playing

All the punk got angels saying*

Tell all the rest of them we don't even know

All the thug rock kids are playing

All the punk got angels saying*

Tell all the rest of them we don't even know

GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!

You're one of us! You're one of us!

GO! GO! GO!

Throw your cheek*, doppelgangers

You're one of us!

You're one of us!

You're one of us!

GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!

And all the thug rock kids GO!

And all the punk got angels GO!

You're one of us now

You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!

And all the thug rock kids GO!

And all the punk got angels GO!

You're one of us now

You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Got my grotesque burlesque drag

You're one of us!

Use Your Fist and Not Your Mouth

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

I am overgrounded, outselling it*

Since God thinks I don't exist

The beatings happen perminent

This is not blue collar white corrective politics

I'm on an hate, american style, kick

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I'm on a campaign for pain

And when I get elected

I'll wipe the white off your house

The smile off your face

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself

I said no, this isn't your song

We can't all get along

It's too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists

My hate pop won't ever stop

I'm fucking glad we're different

This is my hate american style

hit*

Don't break it

Don't sing it

Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself

The Golden Age Of Grotesque

All our monkeys have monkeys

We drive them down across town in Jaguar limousines*

We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV

It's a dirty world Reich, say what you like

It's a dirty world Reich, say what you like

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

The devils are girls with Van Goghs missing ears

You say what you want but filth is all that they hear

I've got the jigger to make all you bigger

Ladies und gentlemen

So drop your piss roommate*, and make sure you're not late

You tramps and lunatics

It's a trick that's gonna make you click

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

It's a dirty world Reich, say what you like

It's a dirty world Reich, say what you like

So up* tries rowdy rowdy honey finger goodbye dolls

Hells are boppin', open your third nostril

Put on your black face, and your god is gone

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the lower Gloominati, and we aim to depress

The scabaret sacrilegends

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We sing la la, la la, la la lah

We sing la la, la la, lah

La la, la la, la la, lah

We sing la la, la la, la la lah

(s)AINT

I don't care if your world is ending today

Because I wasn't invited to it anyway

You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart

But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect

Now I'm too perfect for someone like you

I was a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile

But you'll never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I am bone top, a deathset, on a mop stick*

You infected me to diamonds, I took all your shit

Your sell-by-date expired so you had to be sold

I'm a suffer-genius and then a* sex symbol

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect

Now I'm too perfect for someone like you

I was a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile

But you'll never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is u

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

I got an F and a C, and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like u

I am the penny in the ghetto with a snow white smile

Super ego-bitch, I've been evil a while

I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile

Super ego-bitch, I've been evil a while

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

What's my name? What's my name?

Ah-ah, Ah-ah

Hold the S because I am an ain't

Ka-Boom Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

We're a death marching band, peter pan off the wagon

Entertain but never trust anyone sober

What tastes less but tastes good, my stop hats top hating*

Unsafe cheerleaders pour poms in pipe the bombs*

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you

I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you

Don't say no, just say now

I like a big car cause I'm a big star

I'll make a big rock and roll hit

I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore

I am, I am, I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

I'm the leader of the club, and I've shrugged off my mouse ears

We fly no-class Dumbo jets, and drive hardcore-o-vettes

We fight war with drugs, and our sex always formal

We wear lawsuits when we get high, high, high

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you

I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you

Don't say no, just say now

I like a big car cause I'm a big star

I'll make a big rock and roll hit

I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore

I am, I am, I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Inhale exhale, lets all hail

It's a depraved new world

Inhale exhale, lets all hail

It's a depraved new world

I like a big car cause I'm a big star

I'll make a big rock and roll hit

I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore

I am, I am, I am so yours

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar

Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets

Nothing in this world is real

Except you are for me, and I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Slutgarden

I'll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside

But when I get inside I'll just want to get out

I'm your first and last deposit through sickness and in hell

I'll never you promise you a garden, you'll just water me down

I can't believe that you are for real

I don't care as long as you're mine

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

I'm unsafe

I'm unsafe

I won't regret

So I memorize the words to the porno movies

It's the only thing I want to believe

I memorize the words to the porno movies

This is a new religion to me

I'm a VCR funeral, a definite waste

My smile's a chainlink fence, that I have put up

I love the enemy, my love is the enemy

They say they don't want fame

But they get famous when we fuck

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

I'm unsafe

I'm unsafe

I won't regret

So I memorize the words to the porno movies

It's the only thing I want to believe

I memorize the words to the porno movies

This is a new religion to me

I never believed the devil was real

But God couldn't make someone filthy as you

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

When I said "we" you know I meant "me"

And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"

You are the church, and I am the steeple

When we fuck, we are all God's people

You are the church, and I am the steeple

When we fuck, we are all God's people

Spade

The beauty spot was borrowed

Now my sweet love rusts tomorrow

On my confession that is waiting to be heard

Run your empty rain down on me*

Whisper your death beats so softly

Bend your knees,the altar of my ego

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open, like to begging* for dope and hoping

But their pedal gently can kick*, you won't be back

All the timing that is sorrow of all the faces I've acquired

We secure the shadow here, the sun fills face

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die

And we said 'til we die

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die

And we said 'til we die

Para-noir

[Dita:] I'd fuck you because you are famous

I'd fuck you for your money

I'd fuck you to control you

I'd fuck you so someday I can have half of everything you own

I'd fuck you to fuck you over

I'd fuck you until I find someone better

Then fuck you in secret

I'd fuck you because I can't remember if I'd already fucked you before

I'd fuck you out of boredom

I'd fuck you because I can't feel anything anyways

I'd fuck you to make the pain go away

[Manson:]

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving it, too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving it, too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

[Dita:]

I'd fuck you so I could feel something instead of nothing at all

I'd fuck you because you are beautiful

I'd fuck you because you are my nigger

I'd fuck you because I am your whore

I'd fuck you because you are a whore

I'd fuck you for fun

I'd fuck you for fun

I'd fuck you because I can't

I'd fuck you so I have a place to stay

I'd fuck you so you will protect me

[Manson:]

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving it, too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving it, too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

Hate you the way I do

The Bright Young Things

We'll be the worms in your apple pie.

Fake abuse for our biles blacken our own eyes.

Grass isn't greener on the other side

We'll set it on fire, and we have no reason why

Set fashion, not follow

Spitfantry all not swallow

Set fashion, not follow

Spitfantry all not swallow

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

We know who we are and what we wanna say

And we don't care who's listening

Ae don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well

We're the bright young things

Got my villain necktie, and I'm alph hi-fi*

So sharp, I'm bleedin' from my Judas hole

Arch Dandy, no good to get a metaphor crash

Formal sponsor with the groan box in the meat show

Set fashion, not follow

Spitfantry all not swallow

Set fashion, not follow

Spitfantry all not swallow

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

We know who we are and what we wanna say

And we don't care who's listening

Ae don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well

We're the bright young things

Crashing the ether, we got the lighter stereotype

Even neophytes deep seed your pro-life*

We don't need to move a single parabol*

We're so beautiful and damned

*life 

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no push

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no push

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no push

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no push

Motherfucker, remember what you used to be?

Somebody that could fucking impress me

We know who we are and what we wanna say

And we don't care who's listening

Ae don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well

We're the bright young things

We know who we are and what we wanna say

And we don't care who's listening

Ae don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well

We're the bright young things

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

You know that I don't mind being everything that's bad

Better Of Two Evils

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

I am something you can never be

Hey!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold a prayerful* smile for the picture

Motherfuckers never liked me then

And they sure won't like me now

Try to drag me down in your cliche

You fake your picture, fake your face*

So I find all my pleasure in your misery, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'll step on you on my way up

I'll step on you on my way down

I'll step on you on my way up

I'll step on you on my way down 

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

I'll be your scapegoat

I'll be your savior

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want to hang all you cattle with your velvet rope

Motherfuckers step up and get into an orderly line

I'll show you how to make a muscle

Takes the strength to *

It doesn't spit on all you paparazzi Nazis, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I'll step on you on my way up

I'll fucking step on you on my way down

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

I'll be your scapegoat

I'll be your savior

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't try to lead me to temptation

Don't try to lead me to temptation

Don't try to lead me to temptation

I made a living, and I already know the way

Hey!

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot

Call me whiney

But I am something that you'll never be

Hey!

I'll be your scapegoat

I'll be your savior

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the better of two evils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Vodevil

I wake up everyday, the wrong side of the bed

I won't lay down on the floor like I'm the whore in your head

Call me a failure, pretender, sex offender, infector

Say I killed all my friends, and I deserve to be dead

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suckm baby, suck

It's Vodevil

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suck, baby, suck

It's Vodevil

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

I won't pull out, I just came

I want all of the blame

Your love is too faithless

No concept of pain, no right to complain

All you fagazine scenes * blackball me

DJ yourself away

Turn your back, it will be easier to stab

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suckm baby, suck

It's Vodevil

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suck, baby, suck

It's Vodevil

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

DDTRD violent * hate crime

Total requested dead

It's version* for this downloadable suicide

The only ones left standing are the ones not demanding

This isn't a show, this is my fucking life

I'm not ashamed, you're entertained

But I'm not a puppet

I am a grenade

I'm not ashamed, you're entertained

But I'm not a puppet

I am a grenade

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suckm baby, suck

It's Vodevil

Kiss, baby, kiss

Bang, baby bang

Suck, baby, suck

It's Vodevil

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

This isn't music, and we're not a band

We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand