Marilyn Manson - 04 - The Telephone | Текст песни

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• Marilyn Manson
• 04 - The Telephone

Another night of too much cough syrup.
I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone.
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and
my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.

Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed.
The remnants of an erection still lingering in
my shorts like a bothersome guest.

Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
so as to not display my manhood to others.
There I make the perfunctory morning faces,
which always seem to precede my daily contribution to
the once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green.

Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others,
as I am annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain,
causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs.
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where
my father smokes his guitars—I mean cigars—In his easy chair.
I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends:

"Jesus is my boyfriend
Jesus is my boyfriend
You can't have him
Because Jesus is my boyfriend"

Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing.
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard.
Since it keeps ringing I know it's her,
and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me.

We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a darker day
So let's start killing
There's a choice you're making
We're sparing our own lives
It's true we'll make a darker day
Just you and me