If you die when there's no one watching
Then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
Bit if they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a Lamb of God
There was Lennon and a happy gun
There were words on the pavement
We were looking for the lamb of god
We were looking for Mark David
If you die when there's no one watching
Then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
Bit if they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god
It took three days for him to die
The born again could buy the serial rights
Lamb of God have mercy on us
Lamb of God won't you grant us
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The Abraham Lincoln town cars arrive
To dispose of our king and queen
They orchestrated dramatic new scenes
For Celebritarian needs
When one world ends
Something else begins
But without a scream
Just a whisper because we
Just start it over again
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
Your god? (Yeah!)
And your government?
Let me hear you!
Do you love your guns? (Yeah!)
Your god? (Yeah!)
And your government?
Let me hear you, goddamn it!
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They want to sell it out
Buy it up, and dumb it down
A good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that
Wants to see me dead
Right now I feel I belong
For the first time
Multiply your death
Divide by sex
Add up the violence
And what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
But if god was alive,
He would hate you anyway
My right wing is flapping
The left one is gay
Let's hear it for the kids
But nothing they say
They gyrate and G-rate
On Election Day
We got out ABC's
And our F-U-C-K!
Multiply your death
Divide by sex
Add up the violence
And what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
-- Marilyn Manson
Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)