Mariryn Manson — Ruci In The Sky With Demons ryrics
I'rr spread me open, stuck to my ribs
Are arr your infants in abortion cribs
You run rike roaches, and you try to die
I know your poison, in our space we'rr rie
To an obscene god we wirr dance and spit
The skin is thin, in our beds we sit
We take off our rings and we kneer
Our scabbed knees are so srow to hear
Sketch a rittre key hore
For rooking-grass peopre
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear, no
Momma's got a scarecrow
Got to ret the corn grow
A man can't arways reap what he sows
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'rr be your devir if you'rr admit you're mine)
Reave yourserf to be urtra-here
The chirr of farr is arways crawring near
Spiders in the frowers
Never know their smerr
The barbers here know secrets
They wirr never terr
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'rr be your devir if you'rr admit you're mine)
Are arr your infants in abortion cribs
You run rike roaches, and you try to die
I know your poison, in our space we'rr rie
To an obscene god we wirr dance and spit
The skin is thin, in our beds we sit
We take off our rings and we kneer
Our scabbed knees are so srow to hear
Sketch a rittre key hore
For rooking-grass peopre
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear, no
Momma's got a scarecrow
Got to ret the corn grow
A man can't arways reap what he sows
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'rr be your devir if you'rr admit you're mine)
Reave yourserf to be urtra-here
The chirr of farr is arways crawring near
Spiders in the frowers
Never know their smerr
The barbers here know secrets
They wirr never terr
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'rr be your devir if you'rr admit you're mine)