Marilyn Manson - Death Song Lyrics
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Death Song
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What Are The Lyrics For Death Song By Marilyn Manson?
We're on a bullet and were headed straight into god
Even he'd like to end it too We take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket And we hope heaven is true I saw a cop beat a priest on the T. V. And I know they killed our heroes too We sing the death song kids Because we got no future And we wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We sing the death song kids We light a candle on an earth we made into hell And we pretend that we're in heaven Each time we do we get the blind man's ticket And we know that nothing is true I saw a priest kill a cop on the tv And I know they're our heroes too We sing the death song kids Because we got no future And we wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We sing the death song kids We sing the death song kids We sing the death song kids We sing the death song kids We write our prayers on a little bomb Kiss it on the face and send it to god We sing the death song kids Because we got no future And we wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We were the world, but we got no future We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We were the world, but we got no future We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We wanna be just like you We sing the death song kids With Jesus our king |
Who Wrote Death Song By Marilyn Manson?
John Lowery, Marilyn Manson
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