Lyric Charlie Manson Blues
The seance has just been told,
The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won t get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold.
The room that s in the back,
That s where I lost it all.
In the room that s in the back,
Let s go have a ball.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Head burning up, chain-smoking,
Everybody here is choking.
Shrunken heads are joking,
And new-born skull is broke.
And the room that s in the back,
Is where I lost it all.
In the room that s in the back,
Let s go have a ball.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Whoa, Goddammit!
Shit!
The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won t get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold.
The room that s in the back,
That s where I lost it all.
In the room that s in the back,
Let s go have a ball.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Head burning up, chain-smoking,
Everybody here is choking.
Shrunken heads are joking,
And new-born skull is broke.
And the room that s in the back,
Is where I lost it all.
In the room that s in the back,
Let s go have a ball.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Cause I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
Whoa, Goddammit!
Shit!