Marilyn Manson


The Golden Age of Grotesque Lyrics



The Golden Age of Grotesque
2003

1. "Thaeter"
2. "This Is The New Shit"
3. "mOBSCENE"
4. "Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag"
5. "Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth"
6. "The Golden Age Of Grotesque"
7. "(s)AINT"
8. "Ka-boom Ka-boom"
9. "Slutgarden"
10. "Spade"
11. "Para-noir"
12. "The Bright Young Things"
13. "Better Of Two Evils"
14. "Vodevil"
15. "Obsequay (The Death Of Art)"
16. "Tainted Love"
"Tainted Love" is a bonus track, available on the British and Australian versions of the album.

 

1. "Thaeter"

2. "This Is The New Shit"

Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing,
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name,
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.

And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing.

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shit,
Stand up and admit.

So,
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU...
Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along.


3. "mOBSCENE"

"Ladies and Gentlemen"
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom's not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end
We have "high" places but we have no friends
They told us sin's not good but we know it's great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down

"Ladies and gentlemen, be obscene! Be be obscene!"
[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Bang bang bang bang bang.


4. "Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag"

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the goose step girlies
with the cursive faces and
We know it's all Braile beneath their skirts
I'm bulletproof bizzop and swing heil and
I don't really care what gentlemen prefer
Say, all you pin-down girls and
Bonafied ballers, so manically depressed
And manically dressed
We got our "Venus not in furs"
but "in Uniforms"
If you're not dancing, then you're dead
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playin'
All the punk god angels sayin'
"The toys are us and we don't even know"
All the thug rock kids are playin'
All the punk god angels sayin'
"The toys are us and we don't even know"
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
(You're one of us! You're one of us!)
GO GO GO - Throw your shapes doppelgangers
You're one of us!

Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go
Silver tongue marching down the
Stairway to SUBSTANCE
Cocaingels and asses
Give me opiate masses
Fill up your church porn preachers
And we'll fill up our glasses
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playin'
All the punk god angels sayin'
"The toys are us and we don't even know"
All the thug rock kids are playin'
All the punk god angels sayin'
"The toys are us and we don't even know"
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
(You're one of us! You're one of us!)
GO GO GO - Throw your shapes doppelgangers
You're one of us!

GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!

And all the thug rock kids GO!
And all the punk god angels GO!
You're one of us now, You're one of us
So GO! GO! GO!
And all the thug rock kids GO!
And all the punk god angels GO!
You're one of us now, You're one of us
So GO! GO! GO!
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesque burlesque drag
You're one of us!


5. "Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth"

Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!

I am overground, outselling it
Since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue collar white corrective politics
I'm on an hate, american style, kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I'm on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I'll wipe the white off your house
The smile off your face

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want even be myself

I said no, this isn't your song
We can't all get along
It's too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists
My hate pop won't ever stop
I'm fucking glad we're different
This is my hate american style
hit

Don't bring
Don't sing it
Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want even be myself


6. "The Golden Age Of Grotesque"

All our monkeys have monkeys
we travel deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

The devils are girls with Van Goghs missing ears
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I've got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen
So drop your pissroom bait, and make sure you're not late
You tramps and lunatics
It's a trick that's gonna make you click

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls
Hells are boppin', open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah


7. "(s)AINT"

I don't care if your world is ending today
I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like yoU

You wanted perfekt
You got your perfekt
But now I'm too perfekt for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfekt whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I am a bonetop, a death's head
On a mopstick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your "sell-by-date" expired,
So you had to be sold
I'm a suffer-genius and
Vivi-sex symbol

You wanted perfekt
You got your perfekt
But now I'm too perfekt for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfekt whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like yoU
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like yoU
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT


8. "Ka-boom Ka-boom"

We're a death-marching band
Peter Pan off the wagon
Entertain but never trust anyone sober.
We're tasteless but taste good
My (S)top Hat's top hat(ed)
Unsafe cheerleaders with
Porn poms and pipe bombs

I won't do it with you
I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you
I'll do it you
Don't say no
Just say now

I like a big car, cause
I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you
but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
I'd like to la la la la love you
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
I'd like to la la la la love you

I'm the leader of the club
And I've shrugged off my mouse ears
We fly No-Class Dumbo jets
And drive hardcore-vettes
We fight war with drugs
And our sex always formal
We wear lawsuits when
We get high high high

I won't do it with you
I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you
I'll do it you
Don't say no
Just say now

I like a big car, cause
I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you
but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
I'd like to la la la la love you
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
Ka-boom, ka-boom
I'd like to la la la la love you

"Inhale, exhale, let's all hail"
It's a depraved new world
"Inhale, exhale, let's all hail"
It's a depraved new world
After all

I like a big car, cause
I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you
but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
I am a big car and
I'm a strip bar
You call it fake,
I call it, "good as it gets."
Nothing in this world is for real
Except you are for me and
I am so yours
Ka-boom ka-boom

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