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little horn
there’s an apple in the pussy mouth
now I am the dinner whore
there’s a tumor in the t.v. mouth
burn it out before it grows
someone better get the dog to kick, jaws wired shut to
save the dick
out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn
“little horn is born”
the world spreads its legs for another star
world shows its face for another scar
dead will dance for what is left
the worms will wait with bated breath
“your blind have now become my deaf”
so says the little horn
“save yourself from this...”
(chorus)
everyone will suffer now...
“you can’t save yourself...”
(chorus)

angel with the scabbed wings
he is the angel with the scabbed wings

hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
he will deflower the freshest crop

dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores
dead

is what he is, he does what he please
the things that he has you’ll never want to see

what you’re never gonna be now
sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people

you don’t want to be him
you only want to see him

mommy’s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
man can’t always reap what he sow

“he is the maker”
(he is the taker)

“he is the saviour”
(he is the raper)

(verse 2)
(chorus)

get back you’re never gonna leave him
get back you’re always gonna please him

mister superstar
Hey Mr. Superstar:

“I’ll do anything for you”
“I’m you’re number one fan”

hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you
hey mr. sickly star,

I want to get sick from you
hey mr. fallen star,

don’t you know I worship you?
hey mr. big rock star,

“I wanna grow up just like you”
I know that I can turn you on

I wish I could just turn you off
I never wanted this

hey mr. superhate,
I just want to love you

hey, hey, hey mr. superfuck,
I wanna go down on you

hey mr. supergod,
will you answer my prayers?

hey, hey, hey mr. superman,
I want to be your little girl

(chorus)
hey mr. superstar,

I’ll kill myself for you
hey mr. superstar,

I’ll kill you if I can’t have you
superstar, superfuck baby...

man that you fear
the ants are in the sugar

the muscles atrophiedwe’re on the other side,the screen is us and
we’re t.v.spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs areall your infants in abortion cribs

I was born into this
everything turns to shitthe boy that you loved is the

man that you fearpray until you’re number, asleep from allyour pain, your apple has been rotting tomorrow’s turned up deadi have it all and i have no choice but toi’ll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now

because you’re dead
in my mindthe boy that you loved is the

monster you fearpeel off all those eyes and crawl into thedark, you’ve poisoned all your children
to camouflage your scarspray unto the splinters, pray unto your fearpray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby, pray your

life was just a dream(I am so tangled in my sins that I cannot
escape)pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed

someone had to go this far
I was born into this

everything turns to shitthe boy that you loved is the
man that you fearpeel off all those eyes and crawl into thedark, you’ve poisoned all your children

to camouflage your scarspray unto the splinters, pray unto your fearpray your life was just a dream
the cut that never healspray now baby, pray your life was just a

dreamthe world in my hands, there’s no one left to
hear you scream

there’s no one left for you

the reflecting god
your world is an ashtray
we burn and coil like cigarettes
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud
its the nature of the leeches, the virgin’s
feeling cheated
you’ve only spent a second of you’re life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it’s true, there is a dream inside a
dream, I’m wide awake the more I sleep
you’ll understand when I’m dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
saw heaven and hell were lies
when I’m god everyone dies
scar/can you feel my power?
shoot here and the world gets smaller
scar/scar/can you feel my power
one shot and the world gets smaller
let’s jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there’s no reason to live at all
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it’s true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I’m wide awake the more I sleep
you’ll understand when I’m dead
(bridge)
(chorus)
“each thing i show you is a piece of my death”
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker
no salvation, no forgiveness
“this is beyond your experience”
forgiveness...

deformography
when you wish upon your star
don’t let yourself fall, fall in too hard
I fell into you and I’m on my back
an insect decaying in your little trap
I squirm into you, now I’m in your gut
I fell into you, now I’m in a rut
“i lift you up like the sweetest angel, i’ll
tear you down like a whore. i will bury your
god in my warm spit, you’ll be deformed in
your porn”
rock star yeah (you’re such a dirty, dirty)
rock star yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty)
you eat up my heart and all the little parts
your star is so sharp
it leaves me jagged holes
I make myself sick just to poison you
if I can’t have you then no one will
(chorus)
you are the one i want and what i want is so
unreal
i’m such a dirty Rock star yeah...
(i am the one you want and what you want
is so unreal)

tourniquetshe’s made of hair and bone and little teethand things I cannot speakshe comes on like a crippled playthingspine is just a stringI wrapped our love in all this foilsilver-tight like spider legsI never wanted it to ever spoil but flies will always lay their eggsTake your hatred out on memake your victim my headyou never ever believed in meI am your tourniquetprosthetic synthesis with butterflysealed up with virgin stitchif it hurts just tell mepreserve the innocenceI never wanted it to end this way, but flies will lay their eggs

cryptorchid
Each time i make my mother cry

an

angel dies and falls from heave
n

when the boy is still a worm it
s hard to

learn the number seven
but when they get to you
it’s the first thing that they d

o

each time I look outside
my mother dies, I feel my back i

s changing shape

when the worm consumes the b
oy it’s never

considered rape
when they get to you
prick your finger it is done...

the moon has now eclipsed the
sun...

the angel has spread his wings
...

the time has come for bitter th
ings...

dried up, tied and dead to the world
you cut off all of your fingerstrade them in for dollar billscake on some more make-up to cover all those lines
wake up and stop shaking
cause you’re just wasting timedon’t you want some of this?don’t you need some of this?
you take but cannot be givenyou ride but cannot be riddenpinch this tiny heart of minewrap it up in soiled twine
you never read what you’ve writtenI’ll be your lover, i’ll be foreveri’ll be tomorrow, i am anything when i’m highdon’t you want some of this?don’t you need some of this?
you shove your hair down my throati feel your fingers in me
tear this bitter fruit to messand wrap it in your soiled dressnow you must spit out the seeds(chorus)
all dried up and tied up foreverall fucked up and dead to the world...

kinderfeld
he lives inside my mouth
and tells me what to say
when he turns the trains

on he makes it go away
the hands are cracked and dirty and

the nails are beetle wings
when he turns the trains on he
unties all of the strings

the worm: “tell me something beautiful,
tell me something free,
tell me something beautiful
and i wish that i could be.”

(then i got my wings and i never even knew it,
when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it)

jack: (not spoken) come, come
the toys all smell like children
and scab-knees will obey
i’ll have to kneel on broomsticks
just to make it go away.

[the inauguration of the worm]
(then i got my wings and i never even knew it,
when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it)
a voice we have not yet heard: “because today
is black/because there is no turning back.
because your lies have watered me/i have become the
strongest weed” weed...

through jack’s eyes:
the taste of metal
disintegrator

three holes upon the leather belt
it’s cut and swollen
and the age is showing

boy: “there’s no one here to save ourself.”
the disintegrator: (to himself)
this is what you should fear
you are what you should fear

the minute of decay
there’s not much left to love
too tired today to hate
I feel the empty
I feel the minute of decay
I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take
you with me
I’m on my way down
I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take
you with me
I’m on my way down
the minute that it’s born
it begins to die
I’d love to just give in,
I’d love to live this lie
I’ve been to black and back
I’ve whited out my name
a lack of pain, a lack of hope,
a lack of anything to say
there is no cure for what is killing me
I’m on my way down
I’ve looked ahead and saw a
world that’s dead
I guess that I am too
(chorus)
i’m on my way down now, i’d like to take
you with me...

c o m f o r t

f i e n d

a l i c e

m a g n i f i c e n t INTD-90086

wormboy
when will you realize you’re already there?
so watered down--your feelings have turned to mud.
“love everybody” is destroying the value of
all hate has got me nowhere
I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping away
oh no, it is everything they said it was
oh no, I am all the things they said I was
when you get to heaven you will wish you’re in hell
when will you realize, you’re already here
you’ll thank us now that you have crossed over
don’t pick the scabs or you will never heal
the world shudders as the worm gets his wings
(chorus)
then i got my wings and i never even knew it
when i was a worm, thought i wouldn’t get through it...

Page 2

1996
anti choice
anti girl
I am the anti-flag unfurled
anti white and anti man
I got the anti-future plan
anti fascist
anti mod
I am the anti-music god
anti sober
anti whore
there will never be enough of anti more
I can’t believe in the things
that don’t believe in me
now it’s your turn to see misanthropy
anti people now you’ve gone too far
here’s your antichrist superstar
anti money
anti hate
anti things I fucked and ate
anti cop
anti fun
here is my anti-president gun
anti Satan
anti black
anti world is on my back
anti gay and anti dope
I am the faggot anti-pope
(bridge)
(chorus)
anti peace
anti life
anti husband, anti wife
anti song and anti me
I don’t deserve a chance to be
(chorus)

m i n i s t e r

c o m p l a i s a n t

m a s t e r

marilyn mansonAntichrist Svperstar

irresponsible hate anthem
[lyrics: Manson, Ramirez/music: Berkowitz, Gacy]

live guitar: Zim Zum

the beautiful people
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]

descending horn guitar: Sean Beavan

dried up, tied and dead to the world
[lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez]

additional guitars: M. Manson

tourniquet
[lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez]

Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

little horn
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]

cryptorchid
[lyrics: Manson/music: Gacy]

drums: Gacy/mellotron: Reznor

deformography
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]

additional guitar: Reznor

wormboy
[lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez]

mister superstar
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]

lead guitar: Reznor /
additional rhythm guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

angel with the scabbed wings
[lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez, Gacy]

lead guitar: Danny Lohner

kinderfeld
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy]

additional guitar: M. Manson/ live drums: Chris Vrenna

antichrist superstar
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy]

Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

1996
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]

minute of decay
[lyrics and music: Manson]

guitar: M. Manson

the reflecting god
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]

Acoustic Guitar: Danny Lohner

man that you fear
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Manson, Gacy, Berkowitz]

rhodes piano: Reznor

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3

4

5

6

7

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10

11

12

13

14

15

16

irresponsible hate anthem
I am so all-american, I’d sell you suicide

I am totalitarian, I’ve got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper

I am the animal who will not be himself
fuck it

Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim,

you were the one who put the stick in my hand
I am the ism, my hate’s a prism

let’s just kill everyone and let your god sort them out
fuck it

everybody’s someone else’s nigger/I know you are so am I
I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers/

I don’t need to choose a side
I better, better, better, better not say this

better, better, better, better not tell
I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper

I am the idiot who will not be himself
fuck it

(chorus)

V H H I

01o0
nVIII : cV : bVIII

H V I H

1oo0
nVII : cX : bII

H I H V

0110
nI : cV : bIV

the beautiful people
I don’t want you and I don’t need you

don’t bother to resist, I’ll beat you
It’s not your fault that you’re always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

the beautiful people, the beautiful people,
it’s all relative to the size of your steeple

you can’t see the forest for the trees,
and you can’t smell

your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?

something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?

if you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean
there’s no time to discriminate,

hate every motherfucker
that’s in your way

the worms will live in every host
it’s hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people

it’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,

old-fashioned fascism
will take it away

(chorus)

Manson:
All Tracks
Songs of Golgotha
Music/Dinger & Ollie Music,
administered by Dinger &
Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All
rights reserved

Ramirez:
All Tracks Except 6 & 14
Blood Heavy Music/Dinger &
Ollie Music, administered by
Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI.
©1996 All rights reserved

Gacy:
Tracks 1, 6, 10, 11,12 & 16
DCLXVI Music /Dinger &
Ollie Music, administered by
Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI.
©1996 All rights reserved

Berkowitz: Tracks 1, 4, 8 & 16
Carducci Thrift
Music/Dinger & Ollie Music,
administered by Dinger &
Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All
rights reserved

Reznor: Tracks 5, 7, & 15
Leaving Hope/TVT Music, Inc.
ASCAP. ©1996 All rights
reserved

Antichrist Superstar was
conceived and created by
Marilyn Manson
Produced by Trent Reznor &
Dave “Rave” Ogilvie
Co-produced by M. Manson
Except tracks 3 & 11
Produced by M. Manson &
Sean Beavan
Engineered by
Dave “Rave” Ogilvie
& Sean Beavan
assisted by Brian Pollack &
Chris Vrenna
Mixed by Sean Beavan
Editing & Programming:
Chris Vrenna,
Trent Reznor, Sean Beavan,
Charlie Clouser
& Dave “Rave” Ogilvie
Nothing Studios,
New Orleans
Mastering: Tom Baker
at Future Disc Systems

Band:
Marilyn Manson: all voices,
guitar, pan flute
Twiggy Ramirez: lead and
rhythm guitars, acoustic
\guitar, bass
M.W. Gacy: all keyboards,
loops and other original
pieces of 16-bit audio
information
Ginger Fish: live drums,
programming
and introducing
Zim Zum: live guitarist for
Antichrist Superstar

Management: Tony Ciulla
Booking: Alex Kochan for
Artists and Audience
Legal: David Codikow
Business Management:
Jay Sendyk
Nothing: John A. Malm, Jr.

Design & Digital
Illustration: P.R. Brown
@ Bau-Da Design Group
Photography: Dean Karr

Thanks: Tony Ciulla, Barb
and Hugh, Missi, Trent, Sean
Beavan, John A. Malm, Jr., Jeff
Anderson, All at Interscope,
Sioux z., Jay, Gerri, & Rich, E.
Elias Merhige, Dana Maher
and Family, Gerry Gerrard,
Danny & Podboy, Robin Finck,
Sam Kirby, Frank Proia, David
Lynch and Jennifer, J.
Mahoney, Veronika, Natalie
Natero, Maxie & Garrett,
Mike Nastasi, Chris Meyer,
all the Bier, Wilson & Yip
families, J. Rach, Gary Talpas,
Silvia Garcia, Howard
Schomer, Steven Hirsch, R.
Rosen, M. Toorock, Dean Karr
and the U Ground, Anton
Lavey, Andy and all at
Barrister’s Gallery, Tommy
Prong.

© 1996 Interscope Records.
All rights reserved.
Printed in U.S.A.

Manipulation by S.M.G.

Fan Club:
Marilyn Manson Family
25935 detroit Rd. suite #329
Westlake, Ohio 44145.

[Irresponsible Hate Anthem was
recorded live on February 14, 1997.]

IX VI III VII

h e a v e n
antichrist superstar

you built me up with your wishing hell
I didn’t have to sell you

you threw your money in the pissing well
you do just what they tell you

REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about
i shed the skin to feed the fake

REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about
whose mistake am i anyway?

Cut the head off
Grows back hard

I am the hydra
now you’ll see your star

prick your finger it is done
the moon has now eclipsed the sun

the angel has spread his wings
the time has come for bitter things

(chorus)
the time has come it is quite clear

our antichrist
is almost here...

it is done

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