Editing Mind of a Lunatic

{{Disambiguation|the song|the bootleg|The Mind of a Lunatic}}

{{Song
| Name        = Mind of a Lunatic
| Cover       = This-Is-The-New-Shit-2.png
| Artist      = [[Marilyn Manson (band)|Marilyn Manson]]
| Album       = This Is the New Shit
| Released    = June 2, 2003
| Recorded    = 2002–2003 at the Doppelherz Studio in Hollywood, California; The Mix Room in Burbank, California
| Genre       = Alternative rock, Industrial rock
| Length      = 9:49
| Label       = [[Nothing]], [[Interscope Records|Interscope]]
| Writer      = Willie D, DJ Akshen
| Composer    = [[John 5]]
| Producer    = [[Marilyn Manson]], [[Tim Skold]]
}}
"'''Mind of a Lunatic'''" is a b-side of the 2003 album ''[[The Golden Age of Grotesque]]'', originally written and performed by the Geto Boys in 1990. The song is controversial due its the graphic portrayal of rape, necrophilia, and murder. Unlike the original Geto Boys version, [[Marilyn Manson (band)|Manson]]'s version featured vocals 'spoken' over an acoustic guitar, and is almost ten minutes in length.

==Appearances==
===Singles===
* "[[This Is the New Shit]]"

==Versions==
* "Mind of a Lunatic" <small>&mdash; Appears on the "This Is the New Shit" single.</small>

==Lyrics==
     Paranoid, sittin' in a deep sweat
     Thinkin' I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
     The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head
     Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
     I hear the sound of your last breath
     Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
     You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
     I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin' mind
     Calm down, back to reality
     Don't fear death, 'cause I know that it follows me
     Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
     Gimme a knife, a million lives I've wasted
     The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck
     Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up
     Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
     This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic
     
     Lookin' through her window, now my body is warm
     Shes naked, and I'm a peepin tom
     Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin' rape
     Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
     Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
     Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
     Whipped out my knife, said, if you scream, I cut you
     Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin'
     She begged me not to kill her, so I gave her a rose
     Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
     Had sex with the corpse before I left her
     And drew my name on the wall like Helter Skelter
     Run for shelter never crossed my mind
     I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine
     Dial 911 for the bitch
     But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin' with the mind of a lunatic
     
     I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin' at candles
     Dreamin' of the people I've dismantled
     I close my eyes and I'm in the circle
     These images of sons of bitches that I murdered
     Glad bags of bodies bein' fucked up
     Looks like I take a fit of my rage, I'm goin' nuts
     Boys used to die when I'm full fo' that fry
     I be eatin' when I'm high
     So I say fuck and just let bullets fly
     Like I said, my poster face is my identity
     A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
     I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
     And bitch, better come equipped, I ain't takin' no shit
     'Cause here comes the mind of a lunatic
     
     My girl's gettin' skinny, 'cause she's strung out on coke
     So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
     Her grandma was standin' there, she was screamin' out
     As she reached for the telly, I put the blade in granny's ass
     Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
     Now granny's on her way to meet the devil
     Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
     A cop says (freeze, motherfucker!) bitch, suck my dick
     I said, die, motherfucker! As I blasted
     Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
     The scent of buckshots in human flesh
     Pigs dyin' from bullet wounds to the chest
     No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
     Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
     Fuck that, 'cause I ain'ts to die
     So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
     It's got me crazy as fuck
     A ragin' psychotic full of that angel's dust
     The cops had that place surrounded
     Hunted for a way to get out - and I found it
     Innocent bystanders will watch, I set an example
     I popped one, let me go, goddammit
     Scot free
     Or all of these motherfuckers comin' with me
     All of a sudden the shit got silent
     I remember wakin' up, in an asylum
     Bein' treated like a troubled kid
     My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
     Think this is hard? This ain't as hard as it gets
     No tellin' what's bein' thought up in the mind of a lunatic
     
     January 5th, 1969
     A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
     I should'a been killed
     My sister fucked around and let me live
     Now I developed a criminal behavior
     Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya
     Ass, beyond recognition, shit
     Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
     I beg your pardon, on talkin' to borden
     You'll never find a motherfucker, so save your milk cartons
     Cross the line, your ass is mine
     I don't care if you're 9 or 99
     Blind, crippled, or crazy, it don't faze me
     Your funky ass will be pushin' up daisies
     You wanna know what makes me click?
     My psychiatrist says I got the mind of a lunatic
     
     I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
     Unless your ass wanna be made history
     I'll blow your motherfuckin' house up
     And if your wife and kids say "stop", they're fucked
     I don't give a damn who I slay
     Don't let me get a hold of some 'e' & 'j'
     'Cause when the shit hits the fan
     I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
     The nightmares I leave you with
     Will seem to make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
     This is fact, not fictional, you son of a bitch
     I got the mind of a lunatic

==Song==
{{Videos
| eWtE1sXW_CE = The cover
| c08MJSMfcZQ = The original
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