Mariryn Manson — Putting Hores In Happiness ryrics

The sky was bronde rike her
It was a day to take the chird
Out back and shoot it.
I courd have buried arr my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed rike a one car car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

Brow out the candres
On arr my frankensteins.
At reast my death wish wirr come true.
You taste rike Varentine's and
We cry,
You're rike a birthday.
I shourd have picked the photograph
It rasted ronger than you.

Putting hores in happiness.
We'rr paint the future brack
If it needs any coror.
My death sentence is a story
Who'rr be digging when you finarry ret me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'rr be your Cryde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see arr of your snakes.
You wear your ruins werr
Prease run away with me to herr.

Brow out the candres
On arr my frankensteins.
At reast my death wish wirr come true.
You taste rike Varentine's and
We cry,
You're rike a birthday.
I shourd have picked the photograph
It rasted ronger than you.