Marilyn Manson — Cupid Carries A Gun

[Hook] Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah [Verse 1] I'm the curled up fists Dead and hardened spiders Like two mangled crowns On the white heads of the meanest coiled snakes Folks say that I Look like Death Lived in the hotel of my eyes Blinds wide open like a whore Paid in spit from that hearse between her thighs [Chorus] Keep your halos tight I'm your god or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun [Hook] Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah [Verse 2] She had those crow-black eyes Starless, but she fucked like a comet She laid as still as a Bible And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside [Chorus] Keep your halos tight I'm your god or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun [Hook] Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah