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my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that | my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that | ||
my vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken in disguise | my vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken in disguise | ||
| − | stars and pills and | + | stars and pills and eightballs dance before our eyes |
they will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes | they will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes | ||
fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic | fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic | ||
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| "Diary of a Dope Fiend" | ||
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| Diary of a Dope Fiend cover | ||
| Song by Marilyn Manson | ||
| Album | Smells Like Children | |
| Released | October 25, 1995 | |
| Recorded | 1994–1995 at Nothing Studios in New Orleans, Louisiana | |
| Genre | Alternative rock | |
| Length | 5:55 | |
| Label | Nothing, Interscope | |
| Writer | Marilyn Manson | |
| Producer | Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor | |
"Diary of a Dope Fiend" is a remix of "Dope Hat", a song featured on the 1994 release Portrait of an American Family. The song's remixer is not credited in the sleeve, as it is actually a remixed re-recording.
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Lyrics
i peek into the hole, i struggle for control the children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes fail to see the anguish in my eyes i scratch around the brim, i let my mind give in the crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise and i'm never coming down fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that my vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a chicken in disguise stars and pills and eightballs dance before our eyes they will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
