The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won't get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold.

The room that's in the back,
That's where I lost it all.
In the room that's in the back,
Let's go have a ball.


Cause I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.

Head burning up, chain-smoking,
Everybody here is choking.
Shrunken heads are joking,
And new-born skull is broke.

And the room that's in the back,
Is where I lost it all.
In the room that's in the back,
Let's go have a ball.

Cause I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.

Cause I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.
I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
I'm a stupid dressed Jesus son.

Whoa, Goddammit!
Shit!