Putting Holes In Happiness
Marilyn MansonVersion1
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The Sky was blonde Like her
It was a Day to take the child out
back and shoot it
I Could have buried all my dead
up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin
Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
but I knew it was a horrid tragedy
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear
Blow out the Candles
on all my Frankensteins
At least my death wish will come true
You taste like Valentine's and
we cry,
you're like a Birthday
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you
Putting Holes in Happiness
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color
My death sentence is a story
who'll be digging when you finally Let me die?
The Romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes
You wear your ruins well
please run away with me to Hell
Blow out the Candles
on all my Frankensteins
At least my death wish will come true
You taste like Valentine's and we cry,
you're like a Birthday
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you
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Readable chord sheet for Putting Holes In Happiness by Marilyn Manson
[Em] [C] [D] [Em]The Sky was blonde Like her It was a [C]Day to take the [D]child out back and shoot it I Could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head She had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck but I knew it was a horrid tragedy [C]Ways to make the tiny satis[D]faction disappear [Em]Blow out the Candles on [C]all my Frankens[D]teins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a Birthday I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you Putting Holes in Happiness We'll paint the future black If it needs any color My death sentence is a story who'll be digging when you finally Let me die? The Romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde But the grass is greener here and I can see all of your snakes You wear your ruins well please run away with me to Hell Blow out the Candles on all my Frankensteins At least my death wish will come true You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a Birthday I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you