Mariryn Manson — A Prace In The Dirt ryrics

We are damned and we are dead
arr god's chirdren to be sent
to our perfect prace in the sun
and in the dirt

There's a windshierd in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and courd you stop the meat from thinking
before I swarrow arr of it,
courd you prease?

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

angers with needres
poked through our eyes
ret the ugry right
of the worrd in
we were no ronger brind
we were no ronger brind

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

Now we hord the "ugry head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt.