THE LYRICS OF CHARLES MANSON

TRANSCRIBED IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY APPEAR ON HIS 1970 ALBUM LIE

These transcriptions are based on those published in the book The Garbage People © 1971 by John Gilmore and Ron Kenner; additional transcribing was done by me to correct their mistakes. The titles are those given in the book. The aka's are the titles on the record. I don't know why they are different and I don't know what the actual titles are.
LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRL

There's a time for livin'
The time keeps on flyin'
Think you're lovin' baby 
And all ya do is cryin'

Can ya feel are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Look at your game girl

What a mad delusion
Livin' in that confusion
Frustration an' doubt
Can you ever live without the game
The sad sad game
Mad game

Just to say you love's not enough
Ifn you can't be true
You can tell those lies baby
But you're only foolin' you

Can you feel are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Go on look at your game girl

Ifn you can't feel
And the feelin's ain't real
Then you better stop tryin'
Or you're gonna play cryin'
Stop tryin' or you're gonna play cryin'
That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game


OLD EGO IS A TOO MUCH THING (aka EGO)

It's in, side
It's in the back
The front
No it's in the back
No it's in the front
No it's in the back
They shoved it in the back
They put it in the back
All the love in the back in the back
All the love in the back
Get in the back boy

And they call it your subconscious

TALK:
Remember Freud
In the front is your computer
And I call him 

SING:
Old ego is a too much thing
Old ego is a too much thing
He'll make you fool yourself
You'll think you're somebody else
They got the whole subway train
Makes you want to jump on up there an' fight
And you can't stand left to your right

He'll make you lie
Make you cheat
Jus' so you won't be beat
He'll make you get on outta sight
You get afraid you gonna, act like a clown
And you get mad when somebody puts you down

Your heart's a-pumpin' and you pan-heart's a-jumpin'
Look out ego is a too much thing
When everything seems goin' so fine
Old ego puts itself on a bind
Your cert'ty turns to doubt
Then you start flippin' out
Then you ease on out of your mind


I AM A MECHANICAL MAN (aka MECHANICAL MAN)

[there is much chanting and "ohm"-ing in the background]
click click click click
cling clong cling clong cling clong cling clong 
cling clong cling clong cling clong cling clong 

TALK:
I am a mechanical man
A mechanical man
And I do the best I can
Because I have my family
I am a mechanical boy
I am my mother's toy
And I play in the backyard sometime
I am a mechanical boy
[chanting]

SING:
The past is an illusion
Postulated mocked up through confusion
The future, will be confusion
In your, in your illusion

I had a little monkey
And I sent him to the country
And I fed him on gingerbread
Long come a choo-choo
And knocked my monkey cuckoo
And now my monkey's dead

Ban won't wear off
'Cause my monkey's dead

TALK [girl]:
I'm so mechanical I -

SING [Charlie]:
Ban won't wear off
'Cause my monkey's dead
In your head go in and lay down
[chanting]

TALK:
I wonder how, a brown cow

SING:
Could say moo
Down the road come my junko pardner
London bridge is falling down

TALK:
Hey you're goin' the wrong way
[guy]:
I am?

SING [Charlie]:
I see you out there Joe
And you think your name is Joe
I see you out there Sam
And you think your name is Sam
You ain't Joe, you ain't Sam
You just am

TALK:
Have ya got a level?


PEOPLE SAY I'M NO GOOD 

People say I'm no good
But they never never do they say
Why their world is so mixed up
Or how it got that way

They all look at me and they frown
Do I really look so strange
If they really dug themselves
I know they'd want to change

Everybody says you're no good
'Cause you don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them
An' do you expect you to act like them
Look at them man
Look at the fix they're in

I don't care I don't care what they say
Just let 'em sit there and burn
The young might not be so dumb after all
An' from the young you might even learn

Everybody says you're no good
'Cause Charles you don't do
You don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them to act like you
Do you expect them
To expect you to act like them
Do you expect to see
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in

In your cardboard houses 
An' your tin-can cars
You sit there and you wonder
You wonder where you are

Those diamond rings they're obscene
You sit there and you wonder
And you say who's to blame
Take a look at yourself
Take yourself off the shelf
You can't belong to nobody

With your Can't-Cough medicine
And your wonder drug
You got, more sickness 
Than you got cures of
WHISPER:
Cancer o' the mind


YOUR HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY (aka HOME IS WHERE YOU'RE HAPPY)

Your home is where you're happy
It's not where you're not free
Your home is where you can be what you are
'Cause you were just born free

Now they'll show you their castles
An' diamonds for all to see
But they'll never show you that peace of mind
'Cause they don't know how to be free

So burn all your bridges
Leave your whole life behind
You can do what you want to do
'Cause your strong in your mind

And anywhere you might wander
You could make that your home
And as long as you got love in your heart
You'll never be alone

Just as long as you got love in your heart
You'll never be alone no no no
You'll never be alone no no no no


ARKANSAS

[girls whispering/mumbling]
TALK [girls conversing]:
Really really like we struggle
I mean we struggle with ourselves you know
Yeah
Big ol' struggle
You just struggle an' struggle until you struggle
[giggling]
Then you struggle
And there's no such thing as struggle-

SING [Charlie]:
Far far down Arkansas
There lived a squatter with a stubborn jaw
His nose was droopy red and his whiskers grey
He could fiddle all the night and all the day (far far away)

Came a traveller down a road
Ask if he could find an inn
Can I find an inn
C'mon can I find an inn

Far far down Arkansas
Here come a government man talkin' to my pa
He told 'im uh, I gots to go to school
I gotta learn to be a gosh durn fool (far far away)
(far far away, far far away)

Far far down Arkansas
I was a squatter with a stubborn jaw (far far away)
My nose is droopy red an' my whiskers grey
'Cause the magical mystery tour has taken me away
(Taken me away) taken me away

Far far down Arkansas
I was my mother I was my pa (raised a squatter)
A gov'ment man and a-whiskey still too
And everywhere I'm a-lookin' at you

Far far down Arkansas
Are you stubborn look at your droopin' jaw
TALK:
Smile (aahh...)


ALWAYS IS ALWAYS FOREVER (aka I'LL NEVER SAY NEVER TO ALWAYS)
performed by some of the girls on the ranch

Always is always forever
As long as one is one
Inside yourself for your father
All is none all is none all is one

It's time we put our love behind you
The illusion has been just a dream
The valley of death and I'll find you
Now is when on a sunshine beam
So bring all the young perfection
For there us shall surely be
No clothing, tears, or hunger
You can see you can see you can be


GARBAGE DUMP

Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump
Oh garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump

You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump
You could feed the world with my garbage dump
That sums it up in one big lump

When you're livin' on the road
And you think sometimes you're starvin'
Get on off that trip my friend
Just get in them cans and start carvin'

Oh garbage dump my garbage dump
Why are you called my garbage dump
Oh garbage dump my garbage dump
Why are you called my garbage dump

TALK:
There's a market basket an' a A&P
I don't care if de box boys are starin' at me
I don't even care who wins de war
SING:
I'll be in dem cans behind my favorite store

Garbage dump oh garbage dump
Why are you called a garbage dump
Garbage dump oh garbage dump
That sums it up, in one big lump

TALK:
I claim all these garbage dumps
In the name of 
SING:
(The garbage pickers of America)
(The garbage pickers of America)
(The garbage pickers of America)

TALK:
Oh but it smells
Oh pew ... yeow


DON'T DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL

Don't do anything illegal
Beware of the eagle
That's right in the middle of your back
Don't be the eagle
Got you in the back
They got you in a sack
And they keep you lookin' back

Don't do anything illegal
Beware of the eagle
It's got you by the neck
Don't do anything you shouldn't
And you never can say aw heck
I don't wanna do that
[chanting]

I gotta see your ID my friend
I gotta see your ID my friend
I got to see where you begin
I gotta see your ID my friend

Every time I go to the store
I gotta have an ID with me
I got to have an ID with me
I refuse, so they can see
What they wanna be
Free, I'm free

I got to see your ID my friend
When you come out of the hole
And you're up and down the highway
You got to have an ID
If you don't you can't go sideways


SICK CITY

TALK:
[laugh] Let's see.
What was we talkin' about?
Sick City, y'kay

Restless people, from the sick city
But they're home, now to make the sky look pretty
What can I do, I'm just a person
Just a line that we always seem to hear
You just sit
Things get worse and
SING:
Watch TV and drink your beer

Walkin' all alone not goin' anywhere
Walkin' all alone nobody seem to care

Restless as the wind
This town is killin' me
Got to put an end
To this restless misery

I'm just one of those restless people
Who can never seem to be satisfied with livin'
'Cause sick old sick sick sick old sick city
It may be too late for me to say goodbye
And it may be too late
To watch the sick old city die
Goin' on the road
Yeah I'm gonna try to say
Sick city so long goodbye and die


CEASE TO EXIST

Pretty girl, pretty pretty girl
Cease to exist
Just, come an' say you love me
Give up, your world
Come on you can be

I'm your kind, oh your kind an' I can see
You walk on walk on
I love you, pretty girl
My life is yours
Ah you can have my world

Never had a lesson, I ever learned
But I know, we all get our turn
An' I love you
Never learn not to love you

Submission is a gift
Go on give it to your brother
Love and understandin'
Is for one another

I'm your kind, I'm your kind
I'm your brother

I never had a lesson, I ever learned
But I know we all, get our turn
An' I love you
Never learn not to love you
Never learn not to love you
Never learn not to love you


CLANG BANG CLANG (aka BIG IRON DOOR)

TALK:
Oh yeah I got it

SING:
Clang bang clang
Went the big iron door
They put me in a cell
With a concrete floor
Nine other men in that cell with me
Moanin' their fate, with destiny

Clang bang clang
Clang bang clang clang
Early in the mornin'
At the crack of dawn
They wake us to the tune of a bong bong bong
Line up for chow
Munchin' on bread
Drinkin' black coffee with that noise in my head

Clang bang clang
Clang bang clang bang clang
The judge said to me now boy
You've had it


I ONCE KNEW A MAN

I once knew a man
So love he was to be
I once knew a man 
Whose heart open you could see

Sadder than a dream
Is that he should pass us by
Sadder than the scheme
Is in the dreams within the sky

Lonelier than I
Could I ever dream of a place to go
Much further than before
Time as it seems would be passive
If it were knocking at your door

Why wonder why dream in a night
Why argue hate and fight
The love that grows in the hearts of the men that I see
Is happenin' is comin' home forever

In the path I should wander alone
And a dream would not be mine to say
And a dream no the dream
Never do more than it seems should I obey

The love in my heart says
Give yourself away
The love in my heart says
You're loose today

Now is forever lasting constant in the mind
Illusions with memories scheming at my end of the mind
All the time

One and one are one if you find
A man who's got to find
Of the man who lives behind the gun
Of the man that lives behind the gun

Where has his love gone and come from
He is your brother
He is your loved one


EYES OF THE DREAMER (aka EYES OF A DREAMER)

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer
It's all in the eyes of a man
All the things that we've done in life
And all the things that we've planned

Can the world be sad as it seems
Where are man's hopes
Where are man's dreams
Aw the eyes of a dreamer
In the eyes o' the man

All the songs, have been sung
And all the saints, have been hung
The wars and cries have been wailed
And all the people have been jailed

The world it's yours my friend
It's yours to begin or to end
Oh the eyes of a dreamer
In the eyes of the man

Take nothing from nothing brother
And it's all just the same
For the loser is the winner
And there ain't no blame
'Cept the end of the game

The moment, is ever constant in the mind
Everywhere I look the blind lead the blind
Here's your chance to step out of time
There ain't no reason and there ain't no rhyme

For the trouble you bring is the trouble you bring
And a thing is a thing just a thing is a thing
In the eyes of a dreamer
It's in the eyes of a man

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer
It's all in the eyes o' the man
All the things that you've done in life
And all the things that you plan

Is the world, as sad as it seems
Where are your hopes 
Where are your dreams
In the eyes of a dreamer
All in the eyes of the man
And you are the man

confiscated lyrics found at Spahn Ranch, from Helter Skelter  © 1974 Curt Gentry and Vincent Bugliosi:

The pass where the Devil you can see
Flying along in sight for all to see
On the edge of infinity
Santa Suzana is the pass where you look to be
Santa Suzana is the pass where you look for me
12 in the night love or fight
Any way is right
If you come out in the night
It's so out of sight in Devil's Canyon

Other artists' versions of Charles Manson songs:

NEVER LEARN NOT TO LOVE *
the Beach Boys' version of "Cease To Exist"
as credited to Dennis Wilson
© 1969 Brother Publishing Co. (BMI)
from their album 20/20 (released 1969)

Cease to resist, come and say you love me
Give up your world, come on an' be with me

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see
Come one come on
Ooh I love you pretty girl
My life is yours
And you can have my world

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see
Never had a lesson, I ever learned
But now I know I could never learn not to love you
Come in, now closer, come in, closer
Closer, closer, oh

Submission is a gift, give it to your lover
Love and understandin', is for one another

(I'm your kind I'm your kind) and I see
Never had a lesson, I ever learned
But I know I could never learn not to love you
Come in, now closer, come in, closer
Come in, closer, oh (ahh... ahh...)


CEASE TO EXIST
Redd Kross' version
from their album Born Innocent (released 1986)

Pretty girl, pretty pretty girl
Cease to exist
Just come an' say you love me
Give up your world
Come on you can be
Well I'm your guy I'm your guy
I can see you walk on, walk on
I love ya pretty girl
My life is yours
Ah you can have my world
Never had a lesson, I ever learned
But I know, we all get our turn
And I love you
Never learn not to love you
Submission is a gift
Come on, give it to your bro
Love an' understandin', is for one another
I'm your guy I'm your guy
I'm your brother
Never had a lesson, I ever learned
But I know, we all get our turn
And I love you
Never learn not to love you
Never learn not to love you
Never learn not to love you


LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRL **
Guns N' Roses' version
from their album The Spaghetti Incident? (released 1993)

TALK:
Whenever?
'K
1,2,3,4

SING:
There's a time for livin'
Time keeps on flyin'
Think you're lovin' baby
And all ya do is cryin'
Can ya feel, are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Look at your game girl
What a mad delusion
Livin' in that confusion
Frustration an' doubt
Can ya ever live without the game
The sad sad game
Mad game
Just to say you love's not enough
Ifn you can't be true
Oh you can tell those lies baby
But you're only foolin' you
Can you feel, are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Go on look at your game girl
Ifn you can't feel
And those feelin's ain't real
Then ya better stop tryin'
Or you're, gonna play cryin'
Stop tryin' or you're, gonna play cryin'
Stop tryin'
That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game
[sigh]
TALK:
Thanks Chaz
Jack!

All lyrics copyright © 1969 Charles Manson.

* Manson never received any royalties for this song despite a representative of Dennis Wilson's attempts to cut a deal with him. Charlie refused the deal and was completely cut out of any royalty opportunities.

** from Helter Skelter (25th Anniversary Edition) Afterword © 1994 Vincent Bugliosi:
Manson ... receives ten cents for every Manson T-shirt sold. In California, the profits of convicted criminals can only be seized if the money-making venture is directly related to the crime. The T-shirts and Manson's song in the Guns N' Roses album do not qualify for seizure. However, in 1971, the son of Wojiciech (Voytek) Frykowski, one of the five Tate victims, got a $500,000 judgement against Manson and his four co-defendants. As a result of a writ of execution on the judgement (with interest worth $1,200,000 in 1994), in late February of 1994 the son, who lives in Germany, received his first royalty check for $72,000 from the Manson song in the Guns N' Roses album."

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