red in my head
Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids Lyrics


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Red (In My) Head
Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate, viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate

I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
Well, I know some tricks
And I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you

The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

(?)
The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head
(?)

Red, red they call me red




Red, in bed
The girl

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids' song "Red in My Head" are somewhat ambiguous and open to interpretation. The first verse seems to describe the singer's journey down a hallway, encountering various "smiling faces on the wall" and ultimately crossing a threshold into a room where a prostitute is present. The lines "I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all / I bent her in half like a barbie doll" suggest an aggressive and violent sexual encounter, possibly non-consensual. The chorus of "Red, red in my head" could be interpreted as a reference to the intense emotional or psychological turmoil that the singer is experiencing in this situation, or perhaps a reference to blood, either literal or metaphorical.


The second verse introduces a dialogue between the singer and the prostitute. The lines "Well, I know some tricks / And I'll show them to you / Your mother won't mind at all if I do / To you" are particularly disturbing, implying that the singer is either a predator or a sadistic manipulator. The repetition of the phrase "The poor little girl / The poor little girl / The poor little girl didn't know what to say / For her mother was out of the house today" adds to the sense of unease and victimization. The final lines of the song, "Red, red they call me red / Red, in bed / The girl," reinforce the impression that the singer is a dangerous and unstable figure who sees the world through a lens of violence and perversion.


Line by Line Meaning

Smiling faces on the wall
The posters or pictures on the wall have happy faces, but they don't make me happy.


I took a walk down the hall
I walked down the hallway of my own mind.


I banged my fist against the door
I am frustrated and angry, and I want to break through the barriers in my mind.


I tossed a quarter to the whore
I paid for sex from a prostitute because I feel empty and numb inside.


The Camera flashes in my eyes
I feel like I’m always being watched and judged by others, like a celebrity.


I spread the news she spreads her thighs
I will tell everyone how she gave into me and had sex with me.


Red, red in my head
I feel like I am consumed by anger and destructive thoughts.


I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I am hurting her and asserting my dominance over her.


I bent her in half like a barbie doll
I am manipulating her like a toy. Her body is mine to control.


Love, hate, viscerate
My emotions are intense and overwhelming, and I feel the urge to annihilate.


Take this flesh and meditate
I use physical pleasure as a way to escape from my own chaotic thoughts.


I sat there with her, We sat there 2. She said to me, What should we do. Well, I know some tricks, And I'll show them to you. Your mother won't mind at all if I do.To you
I am trying to groom and manipulate this vulnerable girl into thinking I have power and control over her life, and that having sex with me is acceptable even if her mother doesn't approve.


The poor little girl, The poor little girl, The poor little girl didn't know what to say, For her mother was out of the house today, Today, Today
I am preying on the innocence and naivete of this young girl and using her mother's absence as an opportunity to abuse her.


Red, red they call me red, Red, in bed, The girl
My nickname is 'Red' which represents my violent and explosive nature. I am in bed with this girl, treating her like a plaything only for my pleasure.




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Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall
I banged my fist against the door
I tossed a quarter to the whore
The Camera flashes in my eyes
I spread the news she spreads her thighs
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head

I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all
I bent her in half like a barbie doll
Love, hate, viscerate
Take this flesh and meditate

I sat there with her
We sat there 2
She said to me
What should we do
Well, I know some tricks
And I'll show them to you
Your mother won't mind at all if I do
To you

The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red in my head
Red, red in my head


The poor little girl
The poor little girl
The poor little girl didn't know what to say
For her mother was out of the house today
Today
Today
Red, red
Red, red


Red, red they call me red
Red, in bed
The girl



All comments from YouTube:

Kiko -

Their old music is sooooo underrated

betty white

some old school Manson always puts me in a better mood 😜

Papa Joe

Every version of Marilyn Manson does for me

The Autistic Teacher

@Papa Joe same

lee Bass

Same here

djr3000

Definitely. It's kickin'!

DireClown

Awesome...thanks for uploading this!  When I first became a fan in the '90s, I remember these songs were so hard to track down!

Yon Yensen

DireClown My pleasure

Solve Laureano

I spent a good amount of my teenage life searching for these songs! How things change

Vladimír Zábranský

Thanks dude for uploading such a masterpiece

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