Marilyn Manson - Telephone lyrics

Another night of too much cough syrup I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes And my mouth is dry and tastes sh**ty 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 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 And I'm 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, motherf**ing, son of a b**h is ringing I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly At that shrieking plastic ba*tard, 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 k**ing 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