Mind Of A Lunatic - International "B" side Version Lyrics
| Song | Mind Of A Lunatic - International "B" side Version |
| Artist | Marilyn Manson |
| Album | This Is The New Shit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Geto Boys | |
| 作词 : Geto Boys | |
| (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) | |
| [ verse 1：bushwick bill ] | |
| Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat | |
| Thinkin i gotta fuck somebody before the week ends | |
| The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head | |
| Sit down, and watch you bleed to death | |
| I hear the sound of your last breath | |
| Shouldn't have been around, i went all the way left | |
| You was in the right place with me at the wrong time | |
| I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind | |
| Calm down, back to reality | |
| Don't fear death, cause i know that it's promised to me | |
| Flashes, i get flashes of jason | |
| Gimme a knife, a million lives i'm wastin | |
| The shadow of death follows me, i don't give a fuck | |
| Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up | |
| Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick | |
| This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic | |
| (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) | |
| (he's a) (he's a) | |
| (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) | |
| [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] | |
| Lookin through her window, now my body is warm | |
| She's naked, and i'm a peepin tom | |
| Her body's beautiful, so i'm thinkin rape | |
| Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate | |
| Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth | |
| Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch | |
| Whipped out my knife, said, 'if you scream, i'm cuttin' | |
| Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin | |
| She begged me not to kill her, i gave her a rose | |
| Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed | |
| Had sex with the corpse before i left her | |
| And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter | |
| Run for shelter never crossed my mind | |
| I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine | |
| Dial 911 for the bitch | |
| But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic | |
| (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) | |
| (maniac) (maniac) | |
| (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) | |
| [ verse 3: scarface ] | |
| I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles | |
| Dreamin of the people i've dismantled | |
| I close my eyes and in the circle | |
| Appears the images of sons of bitches that i murdered | |
| Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up | |
| Once i attack, i'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts | |
| Boys used to die when i'm full fo that fry | |
| I be ebbin when i'm high | |
| So i say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly | |
| Like i said before, scarface is my identity | |
| A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies | |
| I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip | |
| And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit | |
| Cause here comes a lunatic | |
| [ verse 4: scarface ] | |
| My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke | |
| So i went to her mother's house and cut out her throat | |
| Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, 'brad!' | |
| As she reached for the telly, i put the blade on granny's ass | |
| Went to the back and grabbed a shovel | |
| Now granny's on her way to meet the devil | |
| Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch | |
| A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick | |
| I said, 'die, muthafuckas!' as i blasted | |
| Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic | |
| The scent of buckshots in human flesh | |
| Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest | |
| No sheriff's gonna take me on a road | |
| Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode | |
| Fuck that, cause i ain'ts to die | |
| So i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry | |
| It got me crazy as fuck | |
| A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust | |
| The cops had the place surrounded | |
| Hunted for a way to get out - i found it | |
| Innocent bystanders watch me set an example | |
| I popped one, 'let me go, goddammit | |
| Scot free | |
| Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me' | |
| All of a sudden the shit got silent | |
| I remember wakin up, in an asylum | |
| Bein treated like a troubled kid | |
| My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit | |
| Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets | |
| No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic | |
| (maniac) | |
| (maniac) | |
| (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) | |
| (i can't quit) | |
| [ verse 5: willie d ] | |
| November 1st 1966 | |
| A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic | |
| I shoulda been killed | |
| But sister fucked around and let me live | |
| Now i developped a criminal behaviour | |
| Fuck with me, and i'll slay ya | |
| Ass, beyond recognition, shit | |
| Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch | |
| I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden | |
| You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons | |
| Cross the line, your ass is mine | |
| I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 | |
| Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me | |
| Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies | |
| You wanna know what makes me click? | |
| My psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic | |
| (let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) | |
| (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) | |
| [ verse 6: willie d ] | |
| I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me | |
| Unless your ass wanna be made history | |
| I'll blow your muthafuckin house up | |
| And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked | |
| I don't give a damn who i slay | |
| Don't let me get a hold of some e&j | |
| Cause when the shit hit the fan | |
| I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican | |
| The nightmares i leave you with on the scene | |
| Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream | |
| This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch | |
| I got the mind of a lunatic |
| zuo qu : Geto Boys | |
| zuo ci : Geto Boys | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| verse 1: bushwick bill | |
| Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat | |
| Thinkin i gotta fuck somebody before the week ends | |
| The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head | |
| Sit down, and watch you bleed to death | |
| I hear the sound of your last breath | |
| Shouldn' t have been around, i went all the way left | |
| You was in the right place with me at the wrong time | |
| I' m a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind | |
| Calm down, back to reality | |
| Don' t fear death, cause i know that it' s promised to me | |
| Flashes, i get flashes of jason | |
| Gimme a knife, a million lives i' m wastin | |
| The shadow of death follows me, i don' t give a fuck | |
| Pussy play superman, your ass' ll get boxed up | |
| Put him in a straight jacket, the man' s sick | |
| This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| he' s a he' s a | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| verse 2: bushwick bill | |
| Lookin through her window, now my body is warm | |
| She' s naked, and i' m a peepin tom | |
| Her body' s beautiful, so i' m thinkin rape | |
| Shouldn' t have had her curtains open, so that' s her fate | |
| Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth | |
| Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch | |
| Whipped out my knife, said, ' if you scream, i' m cuttin' | |
| Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin | |
| She begged me not to kill her, i gave her a rose | |
| Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed | |
| Had sex with the corpse before i left her | |
| And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter | |
| Run for shelter never crossed my mind | |
| I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine | |
| Dial 911 for the bitch | |
| But the cops ain' t shit when they' re fuckin with a lunatic | |
| another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac | |
| maniac maniac | |
| another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac | |
| verse 3: scarface | |
| I sit alone in my fourcornered room starin at candles | |
| Dreamin of the people i' ve dismantled | |
| I close my eyes and in the circle | |
| Appears the images of sons of bitches that i murdered | |
| Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up | |
| Once i attack, i' m like a pit on a rage that' s goin for guts | |
| Boys used to die when i' m full fo that fry | |
| I be ebbin when i' m high | |
| So i say ' fuck' and just let bullets fly | |
| Like i said before, scarface is my identity | |
| A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies | |
| I' m on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip | |
| And bitch, come equipped, ain' t takin no shit | |
| Cause here comes a lunatic | |
| verse 4: scarface | |
| My girl' s gettin skinny, she' s strung out on coke | |
| So i went to her mother' s house and cut out her throat | |
| Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, ' brad!' | |
| As she reached for the telly, i put the blade on granny' s ass | |
| Went to the back and grabbed a shovel | |
| Now granny' s on her way to meet the devil | |
| Pulled out my . 38 and aimed at the bitch | |
| A cop says freeze, muthafucka! bitch, suck my dick | |
| I said, ' die, muthafuckas!' as i blasted | |
| Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic | |
| The scent of buckshots in human flesh | |
| Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest | |
| No sheriff' s gonna take me on a road | |
| Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode | |
| Fuck that, cause i ain' ts to die | |
| So i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry | |
| It got me crazy as fuck | |
| A ragin psychotic full of that angel' s dust | |
| The cops had the place surrounded | |
| Hunted for a way to get out i found it | |
| Innocent bystanders watch me set an example | |
| I popped one, ' let me go, goddammit | |
| Scot free | |
| Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me' | |
| All of a sudden the shit got silent | |
| I remember wakin up, in an asylum | |
| Bein treated like a troubled kid | |
| My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit | |
| Think this is harsh? this ain' t as harsh as it gets | |
| No tellin what' s bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic | |
| maniac | |
| maniac | |
| ma mani maniac | |
| i can' t quit | |
| verse 5: willie d | |
| November 1st 1966 | |
| A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic | |
| I shoulda been killed | |
| But sister fucked around and let me live | |
| Now i developped a criminal behaviour | |
| Fuck with me, and i' ll slay ya | |
| Ass, beyond recognition, shit | |
| Your dental records couldn' t prove your identity, bitch | |
| I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden | |
| You' ll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons | |
| Cross the line, your ass is mine | |
| I don' t give a fuck if you' re 9 or 99 | |
| Blind, crippled, and crazy, don' t faze me | |
| Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies | |
| You wanna know what makes me click? | |
| My psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic | |
| let' s get out of here, that guy is crazy | |
| ma ma ma maniac | |
| verse 6: willie d | |
| I ain' t got it all, so don' t fuck with me | |
| Unless your ass wanna be made history | |
| I' ll blow your muthafuckin house up | |
| And if your wife and kids are inside, they' re fucked | |
| I don' t give a damn who i slay | |
| Don' t let me get a hold of some e j | |
| Cause when the shit hit the fan | |
| I' ll stab your ass quicker than a mexican | |
| The nightmares i leave you with on the scene | |
| Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream | |
| This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch | |
| I got the mind of a lunatic |
| zuò qǔ : Geto Boys | |
| zuò cí : Geto Boys | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| verse 1: bushwick bill | |
| Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat | |
| Thinkin i gotta fuck somebody before the week ends | |
| The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head | |
| Sit down, and watch you bleed to death | |
| I hear the sound of your last breath | |
| Shouldn' t have been around, i went all the way left | |
| You was in the right place with me at the wrong time | |
| I' m a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind | |
| Calm down, back to reality | |
| Don' t fear death, cause i know that it' s promised to me | |
| Flashes, i get flashes of jason | |
| Gimme a knife, a million lives i' m wastin | |
| The shadow of death follows me, i don' t give a fuck | |
| Pussy play superman, your ass' ll get boxed up | |
| Put him in a straight jacket, the man' s sick | |
| This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| he' s a he' s a | |
| he' s a paranoiac who' s a menace to our society | |
| verse 2: bushwick bill | |
| Lookin through her window, now my body is warm | |
| She' s naked, and i' m a peepin tom | |
| Her body' s beautiful, so i' m thinkin rape | |
| Shouldn' t have had her curtains open, so that' s her fate | |
| Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth | |
| Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch | |
| Whipped out my knife, said, ' if you scream, i' m cuttin' | |
| Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin | |
| She begged me not to kill her, i gave her a rose | |
| Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed | |
| Had sex with the corpse before i left her | |
| And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter | |
| Run for shelter never crossed my mind | |
| I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine | |
| Dial 911 for the bitch | |
| But the cops ain' t shit when they' re fuckin with a lunatic | |
| another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac | |
| maniac maniac | |
| another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac | |
| verse 3: scarface | |
| I sit alone in my fourcornered room starin at candles | |
| Dreamin of the people i' ve dismantled | |
| I close my eyes and in the circle | |
| Appears the images of sons of bitches that i murdered | |
| Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up | |
| Once i attack, i' m like a pit on a rage that' s goin for guts | |
| Boys used to die when i' m full fo that fry | |
| I be ebbin when i' m high | |
| So i say ' fuck' and just let bullets fly | |
| Like i said before, scarface is my identity | |
| A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies | |
| I' m on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip | |
| And bitch, come equipped, ain' t takin no shit | |
| Cause here comes a lunatic | |
| verse 4: scarface | |
| My girl' s gettin skinny, she' s strung out on coke | |
| So i went to her mother' s house and cut out her throat | |
| Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, ' brad!' | |
| As she reached for the telly, i put the blade on granny' s ass | |
| Went to the back and grabbed a shovel | |
| Now granny' s on her way to meet the devil | |
| Pulled out my . 38 and aimed at the bitch | |
| A cop says freeze, muthafucka! bitch, suck my dick | |
| I said, ' die, muthafuckas!' as i blasted | |
| Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic | |
| The scent of buckshots in human flesh | |
| Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest | |
| No sheriff' s gonna take me on a road | |
| Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode | |
| Fuck that, cause i ain' ts to die | |
| So i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry | |
| It got me crazy as fuck | |
| A ragin psychotic full of that angel' s dust | |
| The cops had the place surrounded | |
| Hunted for a way to get out i found it | |
| Innocent bystanders watch me set an example | |
| I popped one, ' let me go, goddammit | |
| Scot free | |
| Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me' | |
| All of a sudden the shit got silent | |
| I remember wakin up, in an asylum | |
| Bein treated like a troubled kid | |
| My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit | |
| Think this is harsh? this ain' t as harsh as it gets | |
| No tellin what' s bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic | |
| maniac | |
| maniac | |
| ma mani maniac | |
| i can' t quit | |
| verse 5: willie d | |
| November 1st 1966 | |
| A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic | |
| I shoulda been killed | |
| But sister fucked around and let me live | |
| Now i developped a criminal behaviour | |
| Fuck with me, and i' ll slay ya | |
| Ass, beyond recognition, shit | |
| Your dental records couldn' t prove your identity, bitch | |
| I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden | |
| You' ll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons | |
| Cross the line, your ass is mine | |
| I don' t give a fuck if you' re 9 or 99 | |
| Blind, crippled, and crazy, don' t faze me | |
| Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies | |
| You wanna know what makes me click? | |
| My psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic | |
| let' s get out of here, that guy is crazy | |
| ma ma ma maniac | |
| verse 6: willie d | |
| I ain' t got it all, so don' t fuck with me | |
| Unless your ass wanna be made history | |
| I' ll blow your muthafuckin house up | |
| And if your wife and kids are inside, they' re fucked | |
| I don' t give a damn who i slay | |
| Don' t let me get a hold of some e j | |
| Cause when the shit hit the fan | |
| I' ll stab your ass quicker than a mexican | |
| The nightmares i leave you with on the scene | |
| Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream | |
| This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch | |
| I got the mind of a lunatic |
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