The Fight Song

By Marilyn Manson
 
 
Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events. Isolation is the oxygen mask you make your children breath into survive.
 
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist. And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a sh*t
 
And when we were good you just closed your eyes. So when we are bad we'll scar your minds.
 
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
 
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star celebrated-victim-of-your-fame. They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death was on sale today.
 
And when we were good you just closed your eyes. So when we are bad we'll scar your minds.
 
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist. And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a sh*t.
 
The death of one is a tragedy. The death of one is a tragedy. The death of one is a tragedy. The death of millions is just a statistic.
 
But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist. And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a sh*t.

But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist. And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a sh*t.
 
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
 
Songwriters: BRIAN WARNER, JOHN LOWERY
© EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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