Misery Machine Songtext
von Marilyn Manson

I would like to face reality
Let me tell you there′s over three thousand groups operating in this country today
And the number is growing
As Christians we gotta take on the armor of Christ
And go to battle against Satan

Man in the front got a sinister grin
Careen down highway 666
We wanna go, crush the slow
As the pitchfork bends the needles grow

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
We're gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema
To the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement
Yeah

Grill in the front is my sinister grin
Bugs in my teeth make me sick, sick, sick
The objects may be larger than
They appear in the mirror


My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
Blood is pavement
We′re gonna ride to the abbey of Thelema
To the abbey of Thelema
Blood is pavement!

When you ride, you're ridden
When you ride, you're ridden
Beep beep, beep, beep
His horn went beep, beep, beep

I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there

Yeah!

My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement, yeah
Fuck it
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
My blood is pavement, pavement, pavement!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!


Go home to your mother!
Doesn′t she ever watch you!?
Tell her this isn′t some Communist daycare center!
Tell your mother I hate her!
Tell your mother I hate you!

I want my son off of your mailing list
I have already contacted the post office
About your pornographic material
That is being received in the mail
My next stop is my attorney
I do not want this number called anymore
And I do not want anything delivered to my address
If I receive anything else from this band
Or this group
My next phone call will be my attorney
And you will be contacted
Thank you and goodbye!