Мерилин Менсън - Турникет
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She's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things that cannot speak
she comes on like a crippled plaything
her spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
but flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head ...