We are damned and we are dead
all gods children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt

Theres a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

Now we hold the ugly head
the Mary-whore is at the bed
Theyve cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt

- Volver a las Canciones del Album Holy Wood In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death

- Volver a los Discos de Marilyn Manson