Twas The Night Of Marilyn Manson
by Grim Jack
'Twas the night of Marilyn Manson, and all through the crowd
The kiddies were stirring, and screaming out loud;
Their banner was hung behind Sara's drumset with care,
In hopes that The Reverend soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in the pit,
With visions of waterbottles and showerings of spit;
Me clutching my lunchbox and in my dope hat,
Hair dyed dark green and eyeliner black,
Then out on the stage there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the pit to see what was the matter.
The stage was all dark and the lights were all low,
The Family Trip started playing in the background real low,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Rev. in his g-string grinning ear to ear,
More rabid than monkeys the Spooky Kids came,
And he screamed, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, SARA! now, POGO! now, TWIGGY and DAISY!
One by one they appeared and launched Cake and Sodomy,
They played Dogma, Dope Hat, My Monkey, Lunchbox,
Wrapped in Plastic, Get Your Gunn, Misery Machine and Cyclops
Then in the middle of all the ruckus and all of the noise,
The Rev stood up and shouted "I wanna fuck all you little boys!"
Then into Organ Grinder they came with a bound,
The REV. ran across stage, tripped and fell down,
He didn't know if it was Twig's cord or Sara's drums that made him fall,
So he started thrashing and bashing and trashing them all,
He kicked Sara's drums and threw Twiggy's bass,
Smashed Pogo's keys and threw a water bottle at Daisy's face,
You could tell he was pissed by the glare in his eye, the twist of his head,
He gave me the feeling, someone soon would be dead,
I heard him exclaim, as he walked off stage to the right,
"I'm Marilyn Manson, All American AntiChrist."
