MARILYN MANSON - Talk Of One, Though Of None

....Another night of too much cough syru

I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone

I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes

And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty

Again, the ringing

Slowly, I bustle out of bed

The remnants of an erection

Still lingering in my shorts

Like a bothersome guest

Again, the ringing

Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom

As to not display my manhood to others

There, I make the perfunctory morning faces

Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution

To the once-blue toilet water

That I always enjoy making green

Again, the ringing

I shake twice like most others

And I'm annoyed by the dribble

That always seems to remain

Causing a small acreage of wetness

On the front of my briefs

I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily

Stumble into the den

Where my father smokes his guitars

....I mean, cigars....

In his easy chair

I know ALL about easy chairs

And then I sing a song for my friends:

"Jesus is my boyfriend!

Jesus is my boyfriend!

You can't have him

Because Jesus is my boyfriend!"

Ringing, ringing, dang it!

Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing!

I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly

At that shreiking plastic bastard

Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her

And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me

"We are the world

We are the children

We are the ones who make a darker day

So lets start killing

There's a choice you're making

We're sparing our own lives

It's true we make a darker day

Just you and me."