"I was drowning in a sea of liquor, and I washed up on a beach made of cocaine. The sky was made of LSD, and every tree was made of marijuana. But the cops pulled me over, but they did not arrest me. Instead they sucked my dick. And it was so beautiful that god came down from heaven. He said to me, “Marilyn Manson, we will no longer spell the word god g-o-d.” I said, “How do you wanna spell it, god?” Give me a D. Give me an R. Give me a U. Give me a G. Give me an S. And what does that spell..?"