Lyrics Marilyn Manson – Misery Machine

Man in the front got a sinister grin
Careen down highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends
The needles grow

The grill in the front is my sinister grin
Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick
The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement
We’re gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema
To the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement

When you ride you’re ridden, when you ride you’re ridden

I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement…

Go home to your mother!
Doesn’t she ever watch you?
Tell her this isn’t some communist day care center
Tell your mother I hate her
Tell your mother I hate you!

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I want my son off of your mailing list
I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic material that has been received in the mail
My next stop is my attorney
I do not want this number called anymore and I do not want anything delivered to my address
If I receive anything else from this band or this group, my next phone call will be my attorney and you will be contacted