Текст песни Marilyn Manson - Target Audience

Target Audience
(Narcissus Narcosis)
Original lyrics by Marilyn Manson
(ambiguous lyrics)

Am I sorry,
Your sky went black,
Put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry,
You killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare
Was your scapegoat
And your apples
Sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles
Are rusty nails
And your crucifixion
Commercials failed
But I'm just a pitiful anonymous ...

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Am I sorry just to be alive
Putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald,
Pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check
The bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
And I made a wish
But I'm just a pitiful anonymous ...

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song

The valley of death we are free
Your father's your prison you see
The valley of death we are free
Your father's your prison you see

And I see all the young believers
Your target bloody hands
And I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now
Na-na-na-na-na noo-na-na-na now

You're just a copy of an imitation
You're just a copy of an imitation

President is dead
Let us pray.

Album:
& quot; Holy Wood & quot ;, 2000
The target audience
(Narcissus-narcosis)
translation for the song of Ilya Knyazev
(cf. transfer to www.paintpit.ru)

Am I sorry,
What is your blackened skies,
Plunging a knife into the backs of babies?
Am I sorry,
What do you kill Kennedy and even Huxley?

I'm sorry Shakespeare
There was a scapegoat for you
And your apples
Stuck in my throat
It is a pity that your Sunday smiles -
Rusty nails
And your teleraspyatiya,
Failed.
But I'm just a nobody with no name ...

And I see all the new believers
Bloody hands in the future for you
And I see all the same old deceivers
We all just sing their song

I apologize if I just live,
What face down into the hive?
I apologize if I am for Booth and Oswald,
And more of the wheels and cocaine?

Excuse me, you have never searched
The bomb in my head
And the eye of the needle was my halo.
Excuse me, I saw a priest beaten
And make a wish
But I'm just a nobody with no name ...

And I see all the new believers
Bloody hands in the future for you
And I see all the same old deceivers
We all just sing their song
And I see all the new believers
Bloody hands in the future for you
And I see all the same old deceivers
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song

In the face of death, we are free
Look, gave birth to you - your prison
In the face of death, we are free
Look, gave birth to you - your prison

And I see all the new believers
Bloody hands in the future for you
And I see all the same old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Na-na-na-na-na-na well-na-na nau [now]
Na-na-na-na-na-na well-na-na nau [now]
Na-na-na-na-na-na well-na-na nau [now]
Na-na-na-na-na-na well-na-na nau [now]

You just copy forgery
You just copy forgery

The President is dead
Let us pray.