Title: The Golden Age of Grotesque
Subtitle:
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Album: The Golden Age of Grotesque
Author: Marilyn Manson
Copyright: 2003 nothing/Interscope
Tabled by: Owen Jensen
Instructions:
Notices: Okay...Here's the thing, man....I know all of the chords
to this song, and I put them here so that you can know
them, too. I didn't take the time to figure out exactly
how the lead keyboard part is played, but I think it
sounds pretty good. The echo part (It's a dirty world
Reich!) is the same as on the album, and the drum part
is pretty good. This version is a guide so that you, the
receiving party of this *.gp3 file, can come up with your
own version of the song based upon the original by the
band of musical geniuses that is Marilyn Manson.

Please take note of this, and do not get pissy that my
tab does not sound exactly like the album version.

Thank you.

Tempo: 100 BPM
Tracks: 8
Instruments:
Bars: 121

Lyric

All our monkeys have monkeys
We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar limousines*
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I've got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen...
So drop your piss room bait*, and make sure you're not late
You tramps and lunatics
It's a trick that's gonna make you click

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

So my bon mots, hit-boy tommy trons, rowdy rowdies, honey-fingered goodbye dolls
Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque

We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah