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==Lyrics==
 
==Lyrics==
     Another night of too much cough syrup. I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone.
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     Another night of too much cough syrup.  
     I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
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    I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone.
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     I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and  
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    my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
 
      
 
      
     Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed. The remnants of an erection still lingering in
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     Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed.  
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    The remnants of an erection still lingering in
 
     my shorts like a bothersome guest.
 
     my shorts like a bothersome guest.
 
      
 
      
     Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom so as to not display my manhood to
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     Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom  
    others. There I make the perfunctory morning faces, which always seem to precede my daily
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    so as to not display my manhood to others.  
    contribution to the once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green.
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    There I make the perfunctory morning faces,  
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    which always seem to precede my daily contribution to  
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    the once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green.
 
      
 
      
     Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others, as I am annoyed by the dribble that always
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     Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others,  
    seems to remain, causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs. I slowly,
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    as I am annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain,  
    languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where my father smokes his guitars—I mean
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    causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs.  
    cigars—In his easy chair. I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends:
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    I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where  
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    my father smokes his guitars—I mean cigars—In his easy chair.  
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    I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends:
 
      
 
      
 
     "Jesus is my boyfriend
 
     "Jesus is my boyfriend
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     Because Jesus is my boyfriend"
 
     Because Jesus is my boyfriend"
 
      
 
      
     Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing. I walk into the
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     Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing.  
    kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard. Since it keeps ringing I know
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    I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard.  
    it's her, and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me.
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    Since it keeps ringing I know it's her,  
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    and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me.
 
      
 
      
 
     We are the world, we are the children
 
     We are the world, we are the children

Revision as of 04:12, 27 February 2010

"The Telephone"
The Telephone cover
Song by Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids
Album The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat
Released March 1990
Recorded January–March 1990
Genre Alternative metal
Length 2:57
Label Beat Up Your Mom
Writer Marilyn Manson
Producer Frank Falestra

"The Telephone" is the seventh track on the 1990 release The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat.

Appearances

Cassettes

Versions

  • "The Telephone" — Appears on The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat.
  • "Telephone" (Reversed Charge Remix) — Appears on Dancing with the Antichrist.

Lyrics

    Another night of too much cough syrup. 
    I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone.
    I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and 
    my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
    
    Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed. 
    The remnants of an erection still lingering in
    my shorts like a bothersome guest.
    
    Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom 
    so as to not display my manhood to others. 
    There I make the perfunctory morning faces, 
    which always seem to precede my daily contribution to 
    the once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green.
    
    Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others, 
    as I am annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain, 
    causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs. 
    I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where 
    my father smokes his guitars—I mean cigars—In his easy chair. 
    I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends:
    
    "Jesus is my boyfriend
    Jesus is my boyfriend
    You can't have him
    Because Jesus is my boyfriend"
    
    Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing. 
    I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard. 
    Since it keeps ringing I know it's her, 
    and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me.
    
    We are the world, we are the children
    We are the ones who make a darker day
    So let's start killing
    There's a choice you're making
    We're sparing our own lives
    It's true we'll make a darker day
    Just you and me

Trivia

  • The instrumental at the end of the song is titled "The Nighthawks".
  • The song has been incorrectly referred to by such names as "Bitchy Beginnings of an Oversexed Twelve-Year-Old", "Jesus Is My Boyfriend", and "Talk of One, Thought of None".
  • "The Telephone" is one of Marilyn Manson's favorite poems, according to his autobiography The Long Hard Road Out of Hell.