Lay Down Your Goddamn Arms
I'm not of this world
You're not in this heart
This isn't in me
I'm not of this world
You're not in this heart
This isn't in me
To open this box
You can't shoot the lock
I hide everything
So you can't see
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck
Lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck
Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key
You can use on me
There isn't a key
So lay down your arms
Arms
Arms
You're a book
Every page is written in words
I cannot read
So I burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
So I burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck
Lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck
Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key
You can use on me
There isn't a key
So lay down your arms
There isn't a key
You can use on me
There isn't a key
So lay down your arms
Arms
Arms
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Writer/s: Chris Vrenna / Marilyn Manson / Twiggy Ramirez
