| Song | Diary Of A Dope Fiend - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Marilyn Manson |
| Album | Smells Like Children |
| 作曲 : Marilyn Manson/Daisy Berkowitz/Madonna Wayne Gacy | |
| 作词 : Marilyn Manson | |
| Diary of A Dope Friend | |
| pitiful fuck | |
| Are you still in love with me， Missi? | |
| I am so pretty and withdrawn | |
| I peek into the hole | |
| I struggle for control | |
| And the children love the show | |
| But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes | |
| Fail to see the anguish in my eyes | |
| I scratch around the brim | |
| I let my mind give in | |
| And the crowd begins to grin | |
| But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes | |
| Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes | |
| It’s no surprise | |
| And I know， and I’m coming down | |
| Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic | |
| My big top tricks will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me | |
| My bag is in the hat | |
| It’s filled with this and that | |
| And my visions getting fat | |
| The rabbits just a chicken in disguise | |
| Stars and pills and meatballs dance before our eyes | |
| They will bite the hand， if it is slower than | |
| The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes | |
| Fail to see the tragic， turn it into magic | |
| My big top tricks will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me | |
| Chicanary will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me |
| zuò qǔ : Marilyn Manson Daisy Berkowitz Madonna Wayne Gacy | |
| zuò cí : Marilyn Manson | |
| Diary of A Dope Friend | |
| pitiful fuck | |
| Are you still in love with me, Missi? | |
| I am so pretty and withdrawn | |
| I peek into the hole | |
| I struggle for control | |
| And the children love the show | |
| But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes | |
| Fail to see the anguish in my eyes | |
| I scratch around the brim | |
| I let my mind give in | |
| And the crowd begins to grin | |
| But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes | |
| Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes | |
| It' s no surprise | |
| And I know, and I' m coming down | |
| Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic | |
| My big top tricks will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me | |
| My bag is in the hat | |
| It' s filled with this and that | |
| And my visions getting fat | |
| The rabbits just a chicken in disguise | |
| Stars and pills and meatballs dance before our eyes | |
| They will bite the hand, if it is slower than | |
| The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes | |
| Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic | |
| My big top tricks will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me | |
| Chicanary will always make you happy | |
| But we all know the hat is wearing me |