Misery Machine - Marilyn Manson

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

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

Yeah

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

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

Beep beep, beep beep

His horn went beep beep beep

I am fueled by filth and fury

Do what I will, I will hurry there, there

Yeah!

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels

My blood is pavement

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels

My blood is pavement, yeah

Fuck it

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels

My blood is pavement

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels

My blood is pavement, pavement, pavement!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

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!

I want my son off of your mailing list, I have already contacted the post

office about your pornographic material that is being 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. Thank you and good-bye!