{{AboutPerformance  | date = 1995/11/06 | venue = Stone Pony | city = Asbury Park | unit = NJ.us }}<ref>[http://www.mansonlive.com/detail/254.html mansonlive.com audio and setlist]</ref>

{{AboutPerformance  | date = 1995/11/06 | venue = Stone Pony | city = Asbury Park | unit = NJ.us }}<ref>[http://www.mansonlive.com/detail/254.html mansonlive.com audio and setlist]</ref>

{{Lineup

{{Lineup

| [[Marilyn Manson]] = vocals

| [[Marilyn Manson]] = vocals

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{{Setlist

{{Setlist

| intro = "[[The Hands of Small Children]]"

| intro = "[[The Hands of Small Children]]"

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{{cquote|Mr. Manson seems as always pleased to see someone familiar in front. -- Makes his entrance in a ratty patchwork rabbit-fur coat he probably got at the Goodwill down the street; has gaping holes in it and sheds like an old cat, but it's actually long enough for him, wonder of wonders. He's got "whore" written across his chest and doesn't seem in a good mood. Set is strong and tight but tense - the Reverend seems to draw a fine line between what's an enjoyable/workable level of chaos and what's actually endangering the working of the set, and this crosses the line. He prowls the stage edge, taking out every surfer he can hit with well-aimed water bottles. (Man, he's good at that - he targets 'em like a laser sight and never seems to miss. I've seen him knock people cold from twenty or so feet away. Way to go, Daddy!)--People are jammed around the stage so closely that one actually grabs the peghead of Daisy's guitar; he snaps it away with a hard yank and gives the offender a glare that would freeze water solid. Whew! Seldom seen Daisy show any temper but I can tell I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of him, he looked like he hoped he'd broken the guy's wrist. --- Smells Like Children is played instead of Hate Anthem this time, its only recent appearance

{{cquote|Mr. Manson seems as always pleased to see someone familiar in front. -- Makes his entrance in a ratty patchwork rabbit-fur coat he probably got at the Goodwill down the street; has gaping holes in it and sheds like an old cat, but it's actually long enough for him, wonder of wonders. He's got "whore" written across his chest and doesn't seem in a good mood. Set is strong and tight but tense - the Reverend seems to draw a fine line between what's an enjoyable/workable level of chaos and what's actually endangering the working of the set, and this crosses the line. He prowls the stage edge, taking out every surfer he can hit with well-aimed water bottles. (Man, he's good at that - he targets 'em like a laser sight and never seems to miss. I've seen him knock people cold from twenty or so feet away. Way to go, Daddy!)--People are jammed around the stage so closely that one actually grabs the peghead of Daisy's guitar; he snaps it away with a hard yank and gives the offender a glare that would freeze water solid. Whew! Seldom seen Daisy show any temper but I can tell I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of him, he looked like he hoped he'd broken the guy's wrist. --- Smells Like Children is played instead of Hate Anthem this time, its only recent appearance

| author = angelynx | source = http://www.spookhouse.net/reviews/nov6-95.html}}

| author = angelynx | source = http://www.spookhouse.net/reviews/nov6-95.html}}

* This show marks a return of "Smells Like Children" to the setlist.

* This show marks a return of "Smells Like Children" to the setlist.

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