Autopsy Lyrics - Marilyn Manson

Dear God, do you want to turn knucles down and hold yourself 

Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T 

Dear God, the paper says you were the king in the black limosine 

Dear Jon and all the kings men, couldn't put your head together again 

Dear God, the sky's as blue as a gunshot wound 

Dear God, if you were alive you know we'd kill you 

Before the bullets 

Before the flies 

Before authourities take out my eyes 

The only smiling are your dolls that are made 

But you are plastic and so are your brains 

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