| The Telephone
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| Another night of too much cough syrup
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| I’m awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone
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| I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes
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| and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty
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| Again the ringing
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| Slowly I bustle out of bed
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| The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts
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| Like a bothersome guest
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| Again the ringing
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| Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
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| As to not display my manhood to others
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| There I make the perfunctory morning faces
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| Which always seem to precede my daily contribution
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| To the once-blue toilet water
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| That I always enjoy making green
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| Again the ringing
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| I shake twice like most others
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| and I’m annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain
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| Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs
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| I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily,
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| Stumble into the den
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| Where my father smokes his guitars
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| I mean cigars
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| In his easy chair
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| I know all about easy chairs
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| and then I sing a song for my friends
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| Jesus is my boyfriend
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| Jesus is my boyfriend
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| You can’t have him
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| Because jesus is my boyfriend
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| Ringing ringing
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| Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing
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| I walk into the kitchen and I Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard
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| Since it keeps ringing I know it’s her
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| and since it keeps ringing she knows it’s me We are the world, we are the children
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| We are the ones who make a darker day
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| So let’s start killing
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| There’s a choice you’re making
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| We’re sparing our own lives
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| It’s true we’ll make a darker day
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| Just you and me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Telephone , by - Marilyn Manson and The Spooky Kids. Song from the album Birth Of The Antichrist, in the genre Индастриал