Putting Holes In Happiness
Marilyn Manson Lyrics


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The sky was blond like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

Blow out the candles
On all my Frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.

Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.

Blow out the candles
On all my Frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.




I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Putting Holes in Happiness" by Marilyn Manson are open to interpretation, but there are a few themes that stand out. The song explores the dark side of love and relationships, with Manson painting a vivid picture of a doomed romance. In the opening verse, he describes a woman who exudes danger and temptation, with "dirty word witchcraft" and skin like the deep end of a pool. He seems drawn to her, even as he recognizes that being with her would be a "horrid tragedy."


As the song progresses, Manson touches on themes of mortality and the transient nature of happiness. He compares his love interest to a birthday, an event that comes and goes quickly, and suggests that the only way to achieve lasting satisfaction is to "put holes in happiness." The chorus is a plea to escape from the constraints of a mundane existence and embrace a life of danger and excitement, even if it means going to hell.


Overall, "Putting Holes in Happiness" is a passionate and intense track that explores the darker side of romance and desire. It's a song about the allure of danger and the lure of the unknown, and it's sure to resonate with anyone who has ever felt restless or dissatisfied with their life.


Line by Line Meaning

The sky was blond like her
The sky had a brightness that was similar to her beauty.


It was a day to take the child Out back and shoot it.
It was a day of desperation where all hope was lost, and the only solution seemed to be to end it all.


I could have buried all my dead Up in her cemetery head
She had a complex mind where I could find solace in burying my thoughts and negative emotions.


She had dirty word witchcraft I was in the deep end of her skin.
She had a way with words that was intriguing, and I was deeply invested in her as a person.


Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
It appeared as though everything was falling apart by itself, but I knew it was a painful tragedy that had to be dealt with.


Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
There were small things that gave temporary happiness but always ended up disappearing, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill.


Blow out the candles On all my Frankensteins.
I want to end all my creations that were made with desperation and agony.


At least my death wish will come true.
Even if nothing else falls into place, the desire to end everything will come to fruition.


You taste like Valentine's and We cry, You're like a birthday.
You evoke the feelings of love and innocence, but also remind me of the painful reality of life.


I should have picked the photograph It lasted longer than you.
I should have chosen the object that would last, rather than something temporary like you.


Putting holes in happiness.
I am destroying that illusionary happy world I had created, slowly destroying all that had given me temporary satisfaction.


We'll paint the future black If it needs any color.
If the future is bleak, we will make it darker to match the pain and darkness we feel.


My death sentence is a story Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
I have a story to tell, but when I die, I wonder who will bury me?


The romance of our assassination If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
Our story will end in tragedy, but at least we will be together till the end.


But the grass is greener here and I can see all of your snakes.
This new world seems better, but I can see the danger that lurks in every corner.


You wear your ruins well Please run away with me to hell.
You carry your damaged self with pride, embracing your flaws. Let us escape together to a place of chaos and despair.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: TIM SKOLD, BRIAN HUGH WARNER

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@maxthescarecrow4038

The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.

Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs a color.
My death sentence is now a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.

Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.



@LucasLima-ov4mq

@Howard M. Evidence
The Red Carpet Grave
Eat Me, Drink Me
They Said Hell's Not Hot
If I Was Your Vampire
Mutilation Is The Most Sincere Form Of Flattery

Are all great songs too, even if in my opinion and of many MM fans this album is far from Manson best.

But terrible or bad this album isn't, is average to good IMO.



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@MrPijus123

This is the Manson I love. Depressed but energetic enough to effectively send the message.

@vodenicharskigoveda

For me it's like death rock from 1970-80 I thing
This is the real music baby <3

@gorskosushtestvo9274

no

@vodenicharskigoveda

No god pls no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

@nemanjapavlovic5402

No

@vodenicharskigoveda

NO!!!

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@Cowgirlfrom_Hell

One of my favorite lyrics ever. "Should've picked the photograph, it lasted longer than you." ❤️❤️

@omarwilkins9753

Amanda Weingartner one of my favorites too. Wish I had said that to my ex lol

@ahaamsley354

Amanda Weingartner same gurl

@gregmungle7471

good stuff

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