Grist-o-line
1. Dune Buggy
2. Cake and Sodomy
3. Meat For A Queen
4. She's Not My Girlfriend
Liner Notes:
copyright 1990 berkowitz/manson
MARILYN MANSON
vocals
DAISY BERKOWITZ
guitars, percussion
GIDGET GEIN
bass
MADONNA WAYNE GACY
samples, percussion
WORDS BY MANSON
MUSIC BY BERKOWITZ
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number is 972-0541
special thanks-for-the-ride-lady
goes to the following persons:
bill (bitch pussy), lamorey, carrie
car dor, shes, tommy, mike, tracy
richard kent, srah, julie, malisen
prom sluts, squeeze, christina,
joanna, glenn richards, everyone
who has given their money, lives
and souls, krystal echo, and all
you people that believe.
The second official Spooky Kids release. This contains the first version of "Dune Buggy", which was re-released with re-recorded vocals on Lunchbox. The easiest way to tell the difference is to listen to the Charles Manson sample at the beginning. At the end of it, you can hear Marilyn Manson yell "beautiful." The Lunchbox version is the one that appears on Lunchboxes and Chocklit Cows. Also re-appearing on the Lunchbox demo is "Cake & Sodomy", which is identical to the Grist-o-line version.
"Meat For A Queen" was a new song which re-used lyrics to an older song called "All Fall Down", which Scott described as the "first live in-rehearsal track recorded with Bundy/Tutunick."
Finishing up this demo was a track called "She's Not My Girlfriend." If you listen to the riff from this song, you'll notice that it's exactly the same as the one in Antichrist Superstar song "1996," only played slower. This is interesting to note because Twiggy got the songwriting credits to "1996" instead of Scott.
"She Isn't My Girlfriend" was originally titled "Killing Heather." This girl Heather had attached herself to the band and wanted everyone to think she was Manson's girlfriend. The story for this is detailed in Manson's book "The Long Hard Road Out Of Hell," although Heather is referred to as Nancy in the book.
They'd mount machine guns on top of the dune buggies
And the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine
gun
We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful
Take it out take it out
Take it out take it out
Take it out
Dog god, bites my face
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out by the roots
From my skull
Goddamn toilet washes me away
Cuze I am the Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Trippin this trippin this
Trippin this trippin this
Trippin that
Smile like, a cheshire cat
Get it out get it out
Get it out get it out
Get it out of your skull
You're just a doll
I make sometimes to play
Take me down now
Hole in the ground
The little girls think
That I'm so sweet
Mocked up and down
Heart like a ghost town
Spirits of the world
Cower at my feet
Take it out take it out
Take it out take it out
Take it out
Dog god, bites my face
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out by the roots
Rip it out
Goddamn toilet washes me away
Cuze I am the Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
Choklit Cow
Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
I am the Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
I am the Choklit Cow
Ask forgiveness and
I'll show you how
I am the god of Fuck
I am the god of Fuck
Virgins sold in quantity
Herded by heredity
Redneck burnt out midwest mind
"Who said date rape isn't kind?"
Porno! porno!
Porno nation evaluation
What's this "time for segregation?"
Libido libido fascination too much oral defecation
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
I am the god of Fuck
I am the god of Fuck
VCR's and vaseline
T.V. fucked by plastic queens
Cash in hand and a dick on screen
Who said god was ever clean?
Bible, bible
Bible Belt round anglo waist
Putting sinners to there place
Yeah, right, great, if your so good
Explain the shit stains on your face
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down on your knees
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplication congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disemboweling heresy
And your falsities and your falsities
And your falsified factualities
You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's real
The sky was purple and my eyes were red
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something something something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
I'm meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes grow green
You can't prove anything. You can't prove anything
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing
that's real
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation
And satan is your sorry excuse
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
You can't prove anything
Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend