A Place In The Dirt - Marylin Manson

We are damned, we are dead 
All God's children to be sent 
Into our perfect place, in the sun 
In the depth(?) 
There's a windshield in my heart 
We are bugs so smeared and scared 
Could you stop the meat from ..... 
Before I swallow all of it 
Could you please 
Put me in the motorcade 
Put me in the death parade 
Dress me up and take me 
Dress me up and make me your dying God 
Angel's needles poke through our eyes 
Looked through the ugly light the world in 
We were no longer bright 
We were no longer blind 
Put me in the motorcade 
Put me in the death parade 
Dress me up and take me 
Dress me up and make me your dying God 
No one holds the oakly(?) head 
The mirror you hold is at the bed 
It casts a shadow over perfect death 
In the sun in the depth