Lletres: Marilyn Manson. Portrait Of An American Family. Wrapped In Plastic.

Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
Twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
Stay, yeah, don't want to go now
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Fear of the beast is calling it near
Creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here
Stay, yeah, don't want to go now

Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic
Come into our home, won't you stay?
I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic

I'm only as deep as the self that I dig
I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig
Thin and so white, thin and so white
Daddy tells the daughter while mommy's sleeping at night
To wash away sin you must take off your skin
The righteous father wears the yellowest grin
"Don't wanna go now"
Stay, yeah, don't want to go now