"GLITTER BOYS" (Performance Arrangement) --- [Intro – lights out, single red spotlight, whispered into megaphone] > They paint their teeth with sugar and gold… and call it heaven. (sudden burst of noise & feedback) > COME. PLAY. WITH. US. --- [V1 – half-spoken, half-spat, bass and drums pounding slow] Glitter boys in broken crowns, hand in the jar, mouth in the wound. They turn your laughter into fur, your eyes into glass, your hands into hooves — marching you, smiling, to the slaughter. --- [C1 – screamed with crowd response] ME: GLITTER BOYS! CROWD: GLITTER BOYS! ME: TURNING KIDS INTO CATTLE! CROWD: CATTLE! CATTLE! ME: PUTTING WINGS ON THE PIGS! CROWD: PIGS! PIGS! ME: GLITTER BOYS! CROWD: GLITTER BOYS! ME: YOU ARE THE HOLY PLAGUE! CROWD: PLAGUE! PLAGUE! --- [V2 – venomous, pacing stage, spotlight sweeping audience] Candy in the coffin, makeup in the scars, they hide the rot with pretty noise. And when you scream, the choir sings louder — until you think the bleeding is a lullaby. --- [B1 – slow build, drummer pounding floor toms, crowd chanting] (ME whispers) Lamb to the slaughter… (CROWD whispers) Lamb to the slaughter… (ME louder) Lamb to the slaughter… (CROWD louder) LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER… (ME screams) THEY’RE ALL WEARING CROWNS! --- [C2 – heavier, all lights flashing] ME: GLITTER BOYS! CROWD: GLITTER BOYS! ME: TURNING KIDS INTO CATTLE! CROWD: CATTLE! CATTLE! ME: CLOAKING THEIR TEETH IN GOLD! CROWD: GOLD! GOLD! ME: GLITTER BOYS! CROWD: GLITTER BOYS! ME: PRIESTS OF THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE! CROWD: SLAUGHTER! SLAUGHTER! --- [B2 – breakdown, lights strobing, mechanical heartbeat sample] (ME whisper) “It’s not your fault…” (CROWD whisper) It’s not your fault… (ME roar) IT’S. NOT. YOUR. FAULT! (CROWD scream) IT’S THEIRS! --- [Outro – feedback squeal, band stops abruptly, spotlight on Manson’s face] > Glitter washes off. Blood doesn’t. (slam mic to floor, blackout)
