We're from America (Marilyn Manson)

Lunchbox

"Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal

"I bring you"

Bring you down

On we plow

The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause

I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well

I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

"Fire, I bring you"

"I bring you, fire"

I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Want to go out, gotta get out to the playground
Want to throw down at the playground
I want to go out

I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker

Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow

I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah

Yeah

I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah"

She was living! Oh, how she enjoyed playing drums. Oh, how she enjoyed the rush it gave her. Oh, how adrenaline-pumped she was right now. But it ended all too soon. The hour and a half ended way too quickly for her liking. Before she knew it, they were already backstage meeting the fans. More like groupies. She huffed, as she was once more the only one doing nothing. After a half hour, she walked up to Marilyn. "Hey, do I really have to be here? I honestly have nothing to do..." He looked down at her with an emotionless stare. "Maybe we have lesbian fans too... Just wait." She rolled her eyes and replied: "You might be into that, but unfortunately I don't play for the same team." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" "Seeing as it's one of my biggest regrets, yes, I'm sure. May I leave?" "No."
She huffed and stomped away muttering 'insufferable git.'
She sat at her desk and observed what went on around her.
Daisy looked at her sympathetically. He was talking to a girl with bright pink hair. She was wearing a black leather dress, and high heeled boots that reached all the way up above her knees. She had a cleavage the size of the Grand Canyon. James winked at Daisy and laughed. He smiled mischievously at her. Being preoccupied by the show around her friend, she didn't notice a guy standing in front of her. He waved his hands in front of her face. "Oh sorry, hey." "It's alright sweet cheeks. Could you give me an autograph?" She ignored his sweet cheeks remark and took out a pen. "Sure thing. Who should I make it out to?" "Adam Swiss. So... You were pretty good. Kinda surprised me seeing a woman in a band like this. But I guess nowadays they let you guys do anything." "They let us do anything?" She clenched her jaws. "Well yeah, everyone knows women belong in the kitchen. You know, even though you look crazy, you do have a hot bod. Wanna get out of here?" He winked at her. She gawked at him. Was he really expecting her to go sleep with him? First of all, he disrespected her as a woman, and second, she didn't even know the guy. The audacity of him! "Look, I don't know, nor do I give a fuck about the kind of women you sleep with, but I don't do random strangers, especially the kind that only insults me." A flash of anger sparkled in his eyes. "Look, the way I see it, if you ever do want to get laid in your life, you take an opportunity like this. With your lesbian look, I really doubt you have men lined up to fuck you." Now she was reeling. "I suggest you fuck off before I rip off your prized possession." "Geez calm your hormones woman! I was doing you favor. You don't have to act like fucking bitch about it. Fucking lesbian cunt..." He whispered the last part, but she heard it. Before he realized what was happening, she was already standing in front of him, with a murderous glint in her eyes. "What did you just call me?" She grabbed his shirt. "Woah what's going on here?" Marilyn was standing beside Adam, confusion written all over his face. James looked around and saw her band mates watching her. "This crazy bitch just went fucking ballistic! Is she expecting to get her period soon or something? You should keep your women in line man." That sent her over the top and sent her fist flying at his face, but somebody grabbed her arm. "Get out. NOW." Manson yelled at him. The guy looked very angry as he took a swig of the beer he was holding in his hand. He left though.
"Calm down Wuornos. What happened?"
"He was a sexist fuck, that's what happened." He sighed and told her to go. The rest of the band continued with the meet n' greet.
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She lit her cigarette and inhaled gratefully. She finished the first quickly. She lit another one. This one went a bit slower. She had already calmed down greatly, when she saw someone approaching. The person was stumbling, as if he or she was drunk. She stared at the figure getting closer and closer. "Hey! You bitch! Why don't you want to have sex with me?!" She rolled her eyes and started walking toward the side entrance of the stadium. "You're not going anywhere!" He grabbed her hand, and forcefully pulled her back. She felt anger surge through her body again. This time fear was present too. "Let go of me!" "NO! I will have this! You think you can say no to me?! Have you seen yourself? You should be happy there's someone out there who wants to do you!" "I said let go of me!" He pulled her harder and kissed her forcefully. She kicked him where it hurts, and he fell down screaming in pain. She started running back and made the huge mistake of looking behind her shoulder. The man was already standing. He pulled out a knife and started racing after her. She regained her focus and sped inside, running past security. He ran after her, and the bodyguards after him. He was too quick for them, but luckily, she was quite fast too. She locked herself in the first room she found. She sat on the floor, unable to breathe. She looked up and saw Marilyn staring at her. "What's wrong?" "A... Guy... Knife..." As if on cue there was banging on the door. "LET ME IN YOU SLUT! NO, LET GO OF ME! I WILL DO THIS!" a punch was heard, and everything was quiet for a bit. Then someone knocked. "We've called the police and cuffed him. You may come out now miss."
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"WHY WEREN'T ANY OF YOU OUTSIDE WITH HER? WHY DID YOU GO OUT BY YOURSELF??? WHEN I SAID YOU MAY LEAVE, I MEANT TO THE DRESSING ROOM OR SOMETHING. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED OR KILLED! FROM NOW ON YOU WILL BE FOLLOWED EVERYWHERE BY THE BODYGUARDS!" "I WILL NOT!" "Miss, mister Manson is right. It isn't safe at these concerts. People take drugs and get weird ideas. You really should have a bodyguard present." "No." "Well then you will not be leaving my side Wuornos. Where I go you go." "WHY?! THIS WASN'T MY FAULT!" "No. It wasn't, but we have some pretty intense fans. You could have been nicer about how you reacted." "What the fuck dude! He was disrespecting me as a woman and then as a person! Am I supposed to spread my fucking legs for all our fans as the rest of you? Fuck that! I don't do strangers, especially misogynistic DIPSHITS." "I am not wavering. We will be sharing a room and that's final." "What are you? My fucking father or something?" "Yes. Now let's go." She let out a strained groan.
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"Stay here, I have to get something." He left their hotel room and closed the door behind him. She huffed and stood up. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Wasssssuuuuuup!" "Daisy, come to Manson's room and let's watch some Twin peaks together, yeah?" He was quiet for a bit and she remembered the pink haired girl he spoke to earlier. 'Dammit' she thought. "I uh, I kinda have company... Sorry James, but don't worry I bet Marilyn is gonna wanna watch it with you." She sighed. "Yeah okay, have fun! Don't get any STDs! Bye." He laughed into the phone and then hung up.
Now that she thought about it, she considered herself lucky that Manson didn't have company tonight. She wondered why, seeing as he always had at least two girls over after every concert. James took her phone, headphones and cigarettes and went to their balcony. Over the railing she saw Marilyn in the parking lot talking to someone. Then they exchanged something, and he started coming back. She put on LA devotee by Panic! At the disco and lit her cigarette. She thought back to what could have happened with that guy after the concert and shuddered. This wasn't the first time she had gotten into a sticky situation like this. Back in high school she used to be one of the "pretty girls". Guys hit on her at parties, only seeing her for her body, never taking time to get to know her. She hated that. She was almost raped once. It was a real wakeup call for her. So, she shaved her head and started wearing suits for men. Everyone assumed she was a lesbian and they let her be. She started listening to Manson more openly when she didn't have to fit in anymore, when people didn't give a fuck about her anymore. She loved being a nobody. She had taught herself how to play drums and developed her persona. She had grown out her hair again, but never styled it though. She let it fall wherever. Hardly ever brushed it too. She looked crazy and she loved it. And then that drunk fuck objectified her, touched her, kissed her and the walls that she had built cracked a little. She couldn't believe how much it made her feel like a piece of meat. They were living in the 21st century for Hell's sake! She really did wish she were a lesbian. It would have made finding someone a lot easier. She lit another cigarette, and Lunchbox came on. She couldn't help herself she started head banging like crazy. The rush from the show returning.
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His dealer waited for him at the parking lot. He bought some, well actually a lot of cocaine and heroin from him and then went back to his room. When he unlocked the door, she was nowhere to be seen. He thought for a second where she could have gone. He remembered Daisy was in the neighboring room, so he tried his luck there. He knocked and knocked and knocked. After ten minutes the door opened. Daisy looked pretty unhappy. "It better be important. And do you have any..." He sniffed with his nose, implying what he meant. Manson raised the bag in his hand, and they entered Berkowitz's room together. There was a girl tied to the bed, but they ignored her. They each did two lines in the bathroom and then Marilyn went to the balcony, taking out a cig. He looked to his right and saw James headbanging and playing air drums. Then he remembered he was looking for her before. "Oh whatever, now I know where she is." He looked back inside and saw Daisy going at it with the girl. He shuddered and then got on top of the railing. With the baggie in his hand and the cigarette in his mouth he jumped, catching the railing on his balcony. James looked up and screamed when she saw him. Taking out the headphones she yelled: "The fuck is wrong with you? You almost gave me a heart attack dude!" He climbed over it and shrugged. "What were you listening to?" "One direction." She smirked at him and he mock hurled. "That's it you are out of this band." She laughed and put one of the earphones in his ear. He smirked too and lip synced perfectly to his own lyrics. "If you wanna fight I will fight you. If you wanna fuck I will fuck you!" "That's enough for you. Now, would you mind if I watched Twin Peaks on TV? Or maybe Buffy the vampire slayer, hmm... Haven't seen that in a while." "Uh, yeah sure whatever."
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The Master just died when Marilyn took out his bag. He pulled out a syringe, a spoon, his lighter and the familiar white powder. "Manson what are you doing? Is that heroin?" She whispered the last word. "Fuck off. You aren't my mother." He got really defensive, expecting her to force him to stop. "Do you have enough for two?" She asked. That surprised him very much. He stared at her; disbelief written across his face. "Close your mouth, you might catch flies. So do you?" "Yeah whatever, let me go first though." She nodded and waited for him to be done. Then she heated the white substance on the spoon herself. After injecting it in her arm, she leaned back against the headboard next to Marilyn. It felt so good, and after a long time she was happy again. 'Oh, dear friend, it's been too long.' She thought to herself. After the initial punch of the drug wore down, she got up and went to the balcony again. She smoked cigarette after cigarette. Until her box was empty. She came back in, searching through her bag, looking for another pack. She felt so frustrated when she didn't find any that she screamed. Marilyn threw his cigarettes at her and she took them happily.
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When she came back in, he was already asleep. They only had one bed in the room, so she lay down next him. She didn't care anyway. All she thought about was how long it would take before she was back in the pits of hell.