Mind of a Lunatic
- This article is about the song
- For the bootleg see The Mind of a Lunatic
|"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|
|Writer||Willie D, DJ Akshen|
|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.
- "Mind of a Lunatic" — Appears on the "This Is the New Shit" single.
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