Marilyn Manson - Luci In The Sky With Demons lyrics

Luci in the Sky with Demons

Your sick, and you're gunna stay sick

I'll spread me open

Stick to my ribs

Are all your infants in abortion cribs

You run like roaches

You try to die

I know your poison

In our space we'll... lie

God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody

To an obscene god we will dance and spit

The skin is thin in our beds we sit

Take off our rings and, we kneel

Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal

Worships, worships, worships satan...

It's just so that they can do anything...

...a religion out of sickness and hatred, I just don't understand!

You're sick

You're sick

You're sick and you're gonna stay sick

Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people

I don't want to be me

I don't want to fear no

Mama's got a scarecrow

Got to let the corn grow

A man can't always reap what he sows

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

I made a big fat bargain with the devil!

Leave yourself to be ultra-here

The chill of fall is always crawling near

Spiders in the flowers never know their smell

The barbers here know secrets they will never tell

The devil is just an excuse...

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine

Cut cut cut in pantomime, mime, mime

I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine