He (marilyn Manson) Has A Woman's Name

Some Maniac Butcher Is Trying To Hack Away Your Balls.

If You Could Use Your Brain Like You Use Your Ass.

Freedom To Rock, Freedom To Talk. Freedom, Raise Your Fist And Yell.

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.