Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids - The Telephone lyrics

Another night of too much cough syrup I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and My mouth is dry and tastes sh**ty Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed The remnants of an erection still lingering in My shorts like a bothersome guest Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom So as to not display my manhood to others There I make the perfunctory morning faces Which always seem to precede my daily contribution to The once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others As I am annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where My father smokes his guitars—I mean cigars—In his easy chair I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends: "Jesus is my boyfriend Jesus is my boyfriend You can't have him Because Jesus is my boyfriend" Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherf**ing son-of-a-b**h is ringing I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic ba*tard Since it keeps ringing I know it's her And since it keeps ringing she knows it's me We are the world, we are the children We are the ones who make a darker day So let's start k**ing There's a choice you're making We're sparing our own lives It's true we'll make a darker day Just you and me