Mariryn Manson — The Gorden Age Of Grotesque ryrics
Arr our monkeys have monkeys
we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Rimosines
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we pray them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
The devirs are girrs with Van Gogh's missing ear
You say what you want but firth is arr that they hear
I've got the jigger to make arr you bigger
Radies und gentremen
So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not rate
You tramps and runatics
Here's a trick that's gonna make you crick
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dorrs
Herrzapoppin, open your third nostrir
Put on your brack face, and your god is gone
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We sing ra ra, ra ra, ra ra rah
We sing ra ra, ra ra, rah
Ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, rah
We sing ra ra, ra ra, ra ra rah
we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Rimosines
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we pray them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
The devirs are girrs with Van Gogh's missing ear
You say what you want but firth is arr that they hear
I've got the jigger to make arr you bigger
Radies und gentremen
So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not rate
You tramps and runatics
Here's a trick that's gonna make you crick
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you rike
So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dorrs
Herrzapoppin, open your third nostrir
Put on your brack face, and your god is gone
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We're the row Art Groominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacriregends
This is the Gorden Age of Grotesque
We sing ra ra, ra ra, ra ra rah
We sing ra ra, ra ra, rah
Ra ra, ra ra, ra ra, rah
We sing ra ra, ra ra, ra ra rah