He looks at the girls with his evil eye

Makes them wish they were someplace else

He'll twist their thoughts

With his pretty words

Make them extensions of himself

He's the reincarnation of Hitler

The daughter of the devil, all right

Tell me won't you Mister Manson

Do you sleep at night?



Well he'd like to melt your mind

With hydrochloric acid in a little pill

He'll take a thing called love

And make you hate it

And claim to cure your ills

He took the madness of a generation

And made them madder still

Tell me won't you Mister Leary

Keep your little pills



He'll fill you with his empty statements

Directed to a fool

Then he'll ignore his own unending speeches

And bend the golden rule

In the name of God, he'll tell you

But is he better than all the rest

Let me tell you Mister Preacher

Jesus has been and left



Let me tell you Mister Manson

Jesus has been and left