Holy Wood by Marilyn Manson

I’m in another one of those listen to songs repeatedly phases. This time with select songs from Marilyn Manson’s Holy Wood. I always like Suck’s analysis of Manson’s branding acumen. Maybe I have no taste… but I do like these few snatches of lyrics:

and I’m not a slave to a god that doesn’t exist
and I’m not a slave to a world that doesn’t give a shit

or

You’ll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
We’ll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
and say that death is on sale today

or

and I’m a black rainbow
and I’m an ape of god
I got a face that’s made for doing violence upon (though I liked this better when I thought he was saying ‘violence and porn’)
I’m a teen distortion
survived abortion
a rebel from the waist down

or

we’re on a bullet
and we’re headed straight into god
even he’d like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face
buy our ticket
and we hope that heaven’s true
I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV
and they know they killed our heroes too

then

I saw priest kill a cop on the TV
and I know now they´re our heroes

and

we write our prayers on a little bomb
kiss it on the face and send it to god

I still find this music strangely fun – gleefully nihilistic and self-indulgent.