Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids - Thrift (Clear Refrigerator) | Текст песни

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I sit here all knowing,
Knowing nothing here at all
My cuts spread slower,
Pig hands reach into my sides

I hate this life you give me,
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me,
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah

They go down town, down town
They go down inside
Down inside
Down inside

They go down town
Down town
They go down town to sell

My body hangs on hooks,
A cloth to society,
Your dolars wet my skin,
Makes me papier mache thrift, yeah

I hate this life you give me,
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me,
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah

They go down town, down town
They go down inside
Down inside
Down inside

They go down town
Down town
They go down town to sell

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