Makes them wish they were someplace else
He'll twist their thoughts
With his pretty words
Make them extensions of himself
He's the reincarnation of Hitler
The daughter of the devil, all right
Tell me won't you Mister Manson
Do you sleep at night?

Well he'd like to melt your mind
With hydrochloric acid in a little pill
He'll take a thing called love
And make you hate it
And claim to cure your ills
He took the madness of a generation
And made them madder still
Tell me won't you Mister Leary
Keep your little pills

He'll fill you with his empty statements
Directed to a fool
Then he'll ignore his own unending speeches
And bend the golden rule
In the name of God, he'll tell you
But is he better than all the rest
Let me tell you Mister Preacher
Jesus has been and left

Let me tell you Mister Manson
Jesus has been and left