Marilyn Manson - Thrift

I sit here all knowing Knowing nothing here at all My cut spread slower Pig hands reach into my sides I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me They go down, down... 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 I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me I love the pain I love this hurting feels like love to me They go down... Down town, down town they go Down town, down town to sell me