The Telephone

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"The Telephone"
The Telephone cover
Song by Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids
Album The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat
Released March 1990
Recorded January–March 1990
Genre Alternative metal
Length 4:49
Label Beat Up Your Mom
Writer Marilyn Manson
Producer Frank Falestra
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"The Telephone" is the seventh track on the 1990 release The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat.

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  • "The Telephone" — Appears on The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat.

Lyrics[edit]

    Another night of too much cough syrup. 
    I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone.
    I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and 
    my mouth is dry and tastes shitty.
    
    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 
    so 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, 
    as I am 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 motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing. 
    I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard. 
    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 killing
    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

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