We are damned and we are dead

all god's children to be sent

to our perfect place

in the sun and in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart

we are bugs so smeared and scarred

and could you stop the meat from thinking

before I swallow all of it,

could you please?

Put me in the motorcade

put me in the death parade

dress me up and make me

dress me up and make me

your dying god 

angel with needles

poked through our eyes

and let the ugly light

of the world in

and we were no longer blind

and we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade

put me in the death parade

dress me up and make me

dress me up and make me

your dying god

Now we hold the "ugly head"

the Mary-whore is at the bed

They've cast the shadow of our perfect death

in the sun and in the dirt.

A place in the dirt by Marilyn Manson/A place in the dirt dos Marilyn Manson