Lyrics Lucy In The Sky With Demons - Marilyn Manson
Luci
in
the
Sky
with
Demons
I'll
spread
me
open
Stuck
to
my
ribs
Are
all
your
infants
in
abortion
cribs
You
run
like
roaches
and
You
try
to
die
I
know
your
poison
In
our
space
we'll
lie
To
an
obscene
god
we
will
dance
and
spit
The
skin
is
thin,
in
our
beds
we
sit
We
take
off
our
rings
and
we
kneel
Our
scabbed
knees
are
so
slow
to
heal
Stretch
a
little
boy
hole
for
looking-glass
people
I
don't
want
to
be
me
I
don't
want
to
fear,
no
Mama's
got
a
scarecrow
Got
to
let
the
corn
grow
A
man
can't
always
reap
what
he
sows
Cut,
cut,
cut
in
pantomime,
mime,
mime
I'll
be
your
devil
if
you'll
admit
you're
mine
Leave
yourself
to
be
ultra-here
The
chill
of
fall
is
always
crawling
near
Spiders
in
the
flowers
never
know
their
smell
The
barbers
here
know
secrets
they
will
never
tell
Cut,
cut,
cut
in
pantomime,
mime,
mime
I'll
be
your
devil
if
you'll
admit
you're
mine
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