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"Mind of a Lunatic"
Song by 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
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, 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" — Appears on the "This Is the New Shit" single.

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

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