| He’s a man whose charm seduces you
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| Preaching changes of the new age
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| Let him lead you to the great unknown
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| Singer «Helter Skelter» on the rampage
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| And he keeps on telling things «just like it is»
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| You fall deeper into his delusion
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| In a moment of hate everybody could relate
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| Let his witches fly, he’s got an alibi
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| Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order?
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| Mr. Manson, who’s the master of the plan?
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| Mr. Manson, I don’t want to be your minion, whoa
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| Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man
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| There’s a knock, knock, knocking on the back room door
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| And her slumber’s hushed by heavy breathing
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| With a slash to the wrist, and you couldn’t resist
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| Does your mind play tricks? |
| A bloody crucifix!
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| Mr. Manson, did you try to set the order?
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| Mr. Manson, who’s the master of the plan?
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| Mr. Manson, I don’t want to be your minion, whoah
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| Mr. Manson, not your ordinary man
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| You keep smiling in your metal cage
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| A face of anger and a frown of rage
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| But nobodies gonna take you down
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| Will they look around, when you hit the ground? |