Marilyn Manson — Revelation #12

Bands of kids running up and down the street Just beating people and throwing bottles at them Playing god One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again And you will burn in a town with no firemen Just playing with matches and praying to ashes Too stupid to call themselves evil Too stupid to call themselves evil So they call themselves heroes This is the time for US We'll paint the town red, we'll paint the town red With the blood of the tourists We'll paint the town red, we'll paint the town red With the blood of the tourists One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again Traitors and betrayers This fucking game has no fucking players Traitors and betrayers This fucking game has no fucking players You got something to say, now? You got something to say, now? This is the time for US This is the time for US We'll paint the town red, we'll paint the town red With the blood of the tourists We'll paint the town red, we'll paint the town red With the blood of the tourists One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Revelations come in twelve, I'll say it again You're welcome You're welcome You're welcome You're fucking welcome