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Marylin's CD and my old PC, companions through the night ego-shooter games, i've got to search and aim doom and counterstrike I hear in my head loud and clear what he said, when I sleep in my bed I can hear him singing, all the bad vibes swinging, can't do anything about it Marylin's commands, my young soul understands, in every single song, so subliminal, so diabolical all day and all night long, "boy, go out and kill, feel this special thrill tomorrow 10 AM" come on, don't be a fool - massacre your school, you're a hero, go and get them Oh Marylin, Oh Marylin Manson, I blame him for what i am and that i shoot my teachers, most of them Marylin`s words and rhymes - are simply the decline Songtexteof civilized society too much explicity - each day on MTV perversion and brutality see, the next kid`s getting mad and shoots his teachers dead, in the name of Marylin this stupid shockrock-fool is ruining our school, only misery and pain and sin Oh Marylin... and that I killed the pupils, most of them Oh Marylin... this whole mess is all his fault, goddamn he's smoking pot with Castro & Saddam" he's even worse than Vietnam and he fucked my old grandm'am Aus Songtexte Mania