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Marilyn Manson - The High End of Low - Four Rusted Horses
The High End of Low
01. Devour
02. Pretty as a Swastika
03. Leave a Scar
04. Four Rusted Horses
05. Arma‐goddamn‐motherfuckin‐geddon
06. Blank and White
07. Running to the Edge of the World
08. I Want to Kill You Like They Do in the Movies
09. WOW
10. Wight Spider
11. Unkillable Monster
12. We’re From America
13. I Have to Look Up Just to See Hell
14. Into the Fire
15. 15
Who'll ride this dying carousel?
Four rusting horses strangled by their own rope
What children love a singing wheel
Now that their tight hearts it broke
That their tight hearts it broke

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead
Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead

I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale
I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead
Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead

You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
Useless in Hell

I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale
I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead
Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead

You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
You can't take this from me
(Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)
Useless in Hell

Who'll ride this dying carousel?
Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope
What children love a singing wheel
Now that their tight hearts it broke
That their tight hearts it broke
Now that their tight hearts it broke