Thrift Marilyn Manson

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 dollars 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