Live As Hell
Side 666
1. Cake And Sodomy
2. Suicide Snowman
3. Lunchbox
4. Learning To Swim
Side 999
5. My Monkey
6. Misery Machine
7. Thrift (bonus track mk.)
Liner Notes:
Recorded live April 26, 1992 from Morrissound Studios and broadcasted on 95WYNF. Hosted and produced by Charlie Logan. Live mix by Tom Morris and Kurt Moody. No overdubs.
All songs writted and performed by Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids. All lyrics written by Marilyn Manson except "My Monkey" (portions stolen from the Beatles and Charles Manson). All music written by the Spooky Kids except "Suicide Snowman" written by Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids.
Special thanks go to Charlie Logan, Morgan, Paul Jenkins "the king of copies," Deidre, Laura Taylor and all at Players Magazine, Mia and Tanya, Glen Richards, WKPX, Bob Slade, WVUM, King Missile, Factory Black, Mort Dillon, John Waters, Gen and the Genitorturers, Posrface, Jessica (the dope mama), Arleen Mama, Mrs. Scabtree, Wade, Jen #1 and all the Florida lunchbox girls association, Norma, Flashbacks, Jeremy of Sinful Lust, Independent Sound, Arden Moody, Crispin Glover, Angel, Carrie Cardoor, Bill "bitch pussy" Lamorey, TJ, Brad Gaskill, Tim, Sister Venus, Mitch Comestain, Lydia, Joanne D., Adrianne and Duke, Jason Morgan, Wade and his girlfriend, Holly, Mephisto Waltz Dancers, Anton Lavey, The Biers, Hugh and Barb, Missy Freakwhore, Alan Hurtz, Charles Nelson Riley, Black Francis, Subculture, Donovan (tattoos), Charles (hor), Wendy (hairdos), Marsha (drugs), Holly and Stew, Open Records, Uncle Sam's, Big Dick from Y&T, everyone we have forgotten to mention unless we have done so purposefully.
This tape wasn't actually released by the Spooky Kids, but it was released by the radio station WYNF with the band's participation. It featured the six songs performed live in the studio on April 26, 1992, plus the bonus track of "Thift" (from the unreleased Thrift demo), which hadn't yet been released on Refrigerator. Four more songs from this session also appeared on Refrigerator, the only two that didn't were "Misery Machine" and "Learning To Swim". The version of "Lunchbox" on this release is easy to distinguish from other recordings because it incorporates lyrics from the Beatles' "Come Together" and "Helter Skelter." There's also an alternate version of this show that was recorded off the radio, which does not include "Thrift" but does have some short interviews and on-air identification.
It's interesting to note that the Special Thanks section is identical to the on on Family Jams.
wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
White trash, wh-wh-white trash
I am the god of Fuck
I am the god of Fuck
wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash
Virgins sold in quantity
Herded by heredity
Redneck burnt out midwest mind
"Who said date rape isn't kind?"
wh-wh-white trash
wh-wh-white trash
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
Time for cake and sodomy, yeah!
Time for cake and sodomy
Time for cake and sodomy
wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash
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?
wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash
Bible 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, wh-wh-white trash
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
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
Oh no, but I'm busy, killing me
I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
The striped girls will not be coming back
In the summer
They run from me
May!
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying, as winter leaves
Spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal
Snow melts in my lawn and I am...
If I had time to kill the world I'd try
But I'm busy killing what's in me
I don't have time to even say good-bye
We are dying as winter leaves
Spring!
Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Spring!
Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I'm making my lunch!
Why don't ya eat this!
Bring you down
On we plow!
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good god damn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well, now
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
On we plow!
On we plow!
Someday I wanna grow up to be, yeah
A big rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah
I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down
Want to go out gotta get down
To the playground gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er gonna get my metal
Next motherf-er
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
Some day, I wanna grow up to be, yeah
A big time rock and roll star
So no one fucks with me, yeah
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
A big rock and roll star
I wanna be the fish
I like the way he swims
I bend my arms to fins
Ego scales my skin
I grab a sharp stick
And I cut my gills
The water rushes in
I'm too young
To live this life
I wanna be the fish
I like the way he swims
I grab a sharp stick
I'm too young to live
Inside this life
They want me to stay
This life I cannot feign
They want me to stay
This life I cannot feign
He wear no shoe shine
He got toe jam football
He want monkey finger
He shoot coca-cola
He said "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
I'm the king of this whole planet
The world of madness is a lot bigger than the world of sane
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don't we all
Sanity is a little box
I make music, people are affected by the music I make
That doesn't mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody's hand
Tell them to go kill somebody
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Poor little monkey
Sanity
Break it down
Do you don't ya want me to love ya?
I'm comin' down fast but I'm miles above ya
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains
We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big dicks
Sadistic constantly inflicting a slow demise
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Sanity is a little box
Sanity is a little box
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's...dead
I'm the king of this whole planet
I'm the king of this whole planet
I will rule this whole world
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Iddity bitty birdy feet
Me with out my spoon...
Sanity is a little box
Uh oh, why is the motor making that strange noise?
I don't know Velma, and I don't like it
Where are we?
I don't know...Oh my gosh!
Man in the front got a sinister grin
Careen down highway 6-6-6
We wanna go, crush the slow
As the pitchfork bends and 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
Blood is pavement
The grill in the front is my sinister grin
Careen down highway 6-6-6
We wanna go, crush the slow
As the pitchfork bends and 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
When you ride your ridden when you ride your ridden
We'll ride you to hell, until you are dead
We'll ride you to hell, until you...
I am fueled by filth and fury
Do what I will I will hurry there, over there
My blood is pavement
My blood is pavement
I sit here all knowing
Knowing nothing here at all, yeah
My cuts spread slower
Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go
Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell
My body hangs on hooks
A cloth to society, yeah
Your dollars wet my skin
Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go
Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell
To sell
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me