Marylin's CD and my old PC,
companions through the night
ego-shooter games, i've got to search and aim
doom and counterstrike
I hear in my head loud and clear what he said,
when I sleep in my bed
I can hear him singing, all the bad vibes swinging,
can't do anything about it
Marylin's commands, my young soul understands,
in every single song,
so subliminal, so diabolical
all day and all night long,
"boy, go out and kill, feel this special thrill
tomorrow 10 AM"
come on, don't be a fool - massacre your school,
you're a hero, go and get them
Oh Marylin,
Oh Marylin Manson,
I blame him for what i am
and that i shoot my teachers, most of them
Marylins getting mad and shoots his teachers dead,
in the name of Marylin
this stupid shockrock-fool is ruining our school,
only misery and pain and sin
Oh Marylin...
and that I killed the pupils, most of them
Oh Marylin...
this whole mess is all his fault, goddamn
he's smoking pot with Castro & Saddam"
he's even worse than Vietnam
and he fucked my old grandm'am

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