I write songs to fight and to fuck to/If you wanna fight, then I’ll fight you/If you wanna fuck, I will fuck you/Make up your mind or I’ll make it up for you
Stock riffing that has Marilyn Manson stumbling across the finish line. He’s laboring for content, relying on standards to make up for his lack of creativity. He’s picking a fight with Jesus, but not saying what it is exactly that’s bothering him. Shock value is his only weapon and in a world where crazy content is the norm, he hardly makes a dent in the armor. A dull effort with no edge.