Marilyn Manson — A Place in the Dirt

[Verse 1] We are damned, we are dead All God's children to be sent To our perfect place In the sun, in the dirt There's a windshield in my heart We are bugs so smeared and scarred Could you stop the meat from thinking 'fore I swallow all of it? Could you, please? [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Angels with needles poked through our eyes Let the ugly light world in We were no longer blind We were no longer blind [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Now we hold the "ugly head" The Mary-whore is at the bed They cast the shadow of our perfect death In the sun and in the dirt