A Place In The Dirt - Marilyn Manson

We are damned, and we are dead 
All God's children to be sent 
Into our perfect place in the sun, In the dirt 

There's a windshield in my heart 
We are bugs so smeared and scarred 
Could you stop the meat from stinking, before I swallow all of it? 

Could you please... 

Put me in the motorcade 
Put me in the death parade 
Dress me up take me 
Dress me up and make me your dying God 

Angels were needles, poked through our eyes 
Let the ugly light world in 
We were no longer blind 
We were no longer blind 

Put me in the motorcade 
Put me in the death parade 
Dress me up take me 
Dress me up and make me your dying God 

Now we hold the ugly head 
The merry (???) is at the bed 
Cast a shadow of our perfect death 
In the sun, in the dirt