Marilyn Manson - Dogma lyrics
Marilyn Manson [Brian Hugh Warner] LA, CA/Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marilyn Manson - Dogma lyrics]
They're afraid of the dark, imagine that
Come on mother, I want you to meet my friend!
(Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn)
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn, burn, fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn, you fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stiches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
(Burn it, burn it, burn the witches)
Burn, burn, fucker burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, fucker
Come on mother, I want you to meet my friend!
(Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn)
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn, burn, fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
Good is the thing that you favor
Evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn, you fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stiches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
(Burn it, burn it, burn the witches)
Burn, burn, fucker burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, fucker