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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE
I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where Outside open mouthed crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Your ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror go on Belittle yourself yourself yourself Belittle yourself yourself yourself You go on day after day Dreaming on a lie That you keep locked inside Of yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself Can you sleep tonight Cast aside for some pouting young pup Sink into a slurred veneer Alcoholic haze so now Least you can like yourself yourself Least you can like yourself yourself You go on day after day Reservoirs of guilt That your fixed grin always hides And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself You look at ad's all day Everyone is perfect and you're so lame Free scent burns your skin But no smell can really cover sin Too many teenage holes to fill Too many teenage holes to fill You go on day after day Speak to your despised Blanking your loved ones And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Roses in the hospital Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever Forever Forever ever delayed Independence is a game Forever ever delayed Credibility, I'm yawning Forever Forever Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail Forever ever delayed Forever delayed Forever Forever Forever delayed The West scratches onto my skin Forever delayed Contagious like a suntan We never felt any sun |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth- We follow we have no voice the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on c.d. Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysed Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god So cool the new sound of the decade Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing-old pictures blow dried Rebellion it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favourite port But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Some god |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Stutter stutter says the little boy I wanna blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome Stutter stutter silence no friend Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter nothing else but me I twitch and turn while underneath My contemporaries are so in control Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan Stutter stutter can't keep it no more Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear it's the nature of Tourette Stutter stutter are your eyes closed You know a hole through which you can fall But I can't even be bothered to hang on When you're this numb news don't register I just opened my eyes |
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from Manic Street Preachers 2집 - Gold Against The Soul (1993)
Somebody told me to vote Conservative Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay Was I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock'n'roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E. Shareholding a piece of this fucking country Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort And dream of new ways to humble the poor Gold against the soul White liberal hates slavery Needs Thai labour to clean his home Gold erodes Erodes the soul Erodes the soul A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday And who gives a shit about sexuality Gold against the soul Working class cliches start here Either cloth caps or smack victims Gold destroyed Destroyed the soul Destroyed the soul |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Show me a wonder
you can't be sure of I exist in a place a self-made vacuum But still stranded here with all the scum So clean - so lost - so beautiful But I found that soulYeah I found that home ButI found that soulBut I found that soul Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul Not a subject not a subject am I Sick and pale but strangely alive Broken blood vessels line my cheeks Reflections look bad and somehow unreal ButI found that soulYeah I found that home But I found that soulBut I found that soul Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul But I found that soulYeah I found that home But I found that soulBut I found that soul Yeah I found that nowBut I found that soul Show me a wonderShow me a wonder Show me a wonderShow me a wonder |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Me totemo utsukushii desune
Totemo utsukushiime woshi temasune It's easy to see it's easy to see To see only white where colour should be It's easy to feel it's easy to feel But it's not good enough even though it's real Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray It's easy to breathe it's easy to grieve To breathe only air where life should be It's easy to laugh it's easy to cry To cry so so hard that it can't be denied Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh please stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Into a vein exhibit the derelict
Secular mosaic distracted at birth A cubist abstraction let it live forever Narcissism so lonely so live by the sea what a mess Cosmetic - polemic Distinguished - by relics Destructive aesthetic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous Brutality is needed in capitalist society Television abandoned my very entity Nature failed me but then it made me We all pray for pluralist babies Cosmetic - polemic Distinguished - by relics Destructive aesthetic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous Dismayed - dispossessed Life becomes calvinist So sparkle and believe Linguistics die easily Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous agnostic Intravenous |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Things get clear when I feel free
When whatever's next comes easily When gentle hands give life to me When your eyes fill with tiny tears When I'm this still you are my life So at ease in the midnight sky But my insides will look like war Paralysed except through my thoughts So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad My smile as real as a hyena's Burns an expressway to my skull But I'll stick myself together again Spirit so low I no longer pretend So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad So why so sad - you live and you love So why so sad - dependent on above Searching for the dead sea scrolls So why, so why so sad |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Where are you now
Broken up or still around The CIA says you're a guilty man Will we see the like of you again Can anyone make a difference anymore Can anyone write a protest song Pinky lefty revolutionary Burned at the stake for ? A voice so pure - a vision so clear I gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you(woo~) Went to Cuba to meet Castro Never got past sleepy Moscow A giant man with a heavenly voice MK ultra turned you paranoid No passport till 1958 McCarthy poisoned through with hate Liberty lost still buried today Beneath the lie of the USA A voice so pure - a vision so clear I gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you A voice so pure - a vision so clear I gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you (woo~) Sing it loud - sing it proud I will be heard I will be found Sing it loud - sing it proud I will be heard I will be found |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Detoxification
Purification The ravaged corner Cold and embittered Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of purification Deification Depopulation Crescendo of craving Sullen and distorted Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification What have I said? What have I said again? I regret everything Moral little shit-kickers Liberal asinine pricks Run away - run away as fast as you can From anything that needs discipline The year of purification The year of The year of purification The year of purification |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
I got the Wattsville blues
I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby Time is going on Time is leaving me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the sense of this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose Time is going on And time is killing me I got the Wattsville blues I got the Wattsville blues now baby But I still love the smile on your face But I still love everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave There's a part of me that will never leave But I still love But I still love But I still love the smile on your face But I still love the everything about this place I'm so happy I know I can never leave Even though my, my brain it fucking bleeds I got the Wattsville blues I got nothing to lose now baby I got the Wattsville blues now baby Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Wattsville blues Wattsville blues Don't want no friends Don't want no friends Don't want no Don't want no Don't want no friends Don't want useless fuckers knocking at my door Poxy fucking assholes following me Don't you understand that I fucking despise Every single living organism? I'm dead |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Feel the drug of your persona Miss Europa Disco Dancer I'm in heaven when I see ya Miss Europa Disco Dancer Favourite son and favourite daughter Miss Europa Disco Dancer Suck-suck up all your power So serene the world turns blue Heads are spinning it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty Miss Europa Disco Dancer Brutally becomes a no-hoper Miss Europa Disco Dancer Had your luck and had your chances Miss Europa Disco Dancer Never reached the super-nova Miss Europa Disco Dancer Wake up drunk and then fall over So messed up the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away So serene the world turns blue Heads are spinning it feels so good It's poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty So messed up the world turns grey All washed up with debts to pay It's agony, sheer agony The way your life just fades away Brain dead motherfuckers |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Dead martyrs All stigmartys
Dead heroes For fear of zeroes Dead martyrs Always take it further Dead heroes Know no fear Living for some happiness Find nothing that satisfies Had a beginning but I got no end Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Dead stars are always the blackest Dead heroes the living empty Dead martyrs hang on forever Dead martyrs always take it further Living for some happiness Find nothing that satisfies Had a beginning but I got no end Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future - just dead stars for dead eyes Got no future |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
The nothing in me
The apostle in me No interpretation For the heart of me I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on It's not my life anymore Don't speak the truth anymore All of the hope and the dreams Ripped right open at the seams I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on Seems like I've lost myself To everybody and everything else I've lied again today People laugh at it all the time I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on It's not my life anymore Don't speak the truth anymore All of the hope and the dreams Ripped right open at the seams I can't see right from my wrong I've loved so much that I can't go on The nothing in me The nothing in me The apostle in me No interpretation For the heart in me The nothing in me The apostle in me The nothing in me The apostle in me The nothing in me |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
I'm small and I am tired
I'm blurred to bits and wired I'm nothing in this universe Nothing but pieces of dust Appearing in more repeats The mirror man has seen defeat Hide away be old and grey Alfred J. Prufrock would be proud of me Keep it together - hold it together Keep it together - hold it together Little someone in my own little guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Going now so happy and so loose Making bigger holes in my stomach Losing losing split down the middle With no end and no beginning I'm small and I'm tired I'm blurred to bits and wired I'm nothing in this universe Nothing but pieces of dust Keep it together - hold it together Keep it together - hold it together Little someone in my own little guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Keep it together - hold it together Little someone in my own little guernica Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question Little someone in my own little guernica Wake up and pour myself another ice-breaker Ice-breaker Ice-breaker |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head A collage constructed and constantly fed Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain Look through the window, pissing down with rain Lovely labradors outnumber musicians Bonnie and Clyde have m
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
You've been this way since school
Dysfunctional translucent Royalty on your wall So desperately mundane They're inbred baby just like you But you'd love the chance to eat their food Even though it has been chewed Royal correspondent Sad and lonely Royal correspondent Kills her daily Dream of the Daily Mail It is the holy grail And then the BBC Your life would be complete Build a fountain wash away the poor Just as long as your motives are pure Hold on tight or you just might lose her Royal correspondent Wears her Sunday best Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Royal correspondent Smarter than the rest Smarter than the rest |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision - indecision - indecision Feels like there's no escape Except through my hate Second hand germ warfare Denied oxygen everywhere Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller It is my epicentre It is my epicentre Non-existent energy adrenaline my god Still clinging to the umbilical cord - umbilical cord I'm breaking and I'm shaking - so delete the feeling Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller It is my epicentre I'm sleeping myself away Into the blurred life of yesterday Tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping My nerves are destroyed Feels like there's no escape Except through my hate Second hand germ warfare Denied oxygen everywhere Like a stunned fox - with memory loss A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller This is my epicentre This is my epicentre You don't drink - you don't get high So make sure you take your medicine boy You don't drink - you don't get high So make sure you take your medicine boy This is my epicentre |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Blockades won't win you more votes
A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up - it's blackmail Internal matter they say For two million dollars a day Maybe a future in film But Cuban boxers still win Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground Baby Elian Baby Elian Across the unfair divide Where black will never meet white So read my token lips As if they never exist You cannot buy a nation Not even Miami mob We follow a shining path That you will never destroy Kidnapped - to the promised land The Bay Of Pigs Or baby Elian Operation - Peter Pan America The Devil's playground You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution You don't just sit in a rocking chair When you've built a revolution Baby Elian Baby Elian |
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from Manic Street Preachers 6집 - Know Your Enemy (2001)
Liberty, sweet liberty Charitable respectability
Then pacifism killed us all For all the tourists on the Berlin wall So we protest about human rights Worship obesity as our birthright But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing We love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass Because he is such a holy man Free to eat and buy anything Free to fuck from Paris to Beijing Little boys with dangerous toys All bow down to the Beastie Boys But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Royalty - hereditery - unelected and becalmed Just like Stalin, just like Stalin Human and useless Bomb the Chinese Embassy The west is free, oh the west is free Laugh at the hammer and sickle It is antique, oh it is antique And see the love in Richard Gere's eyes JS Pemberton saved our lives But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly Gorgeous poverty of created needs Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live Worms in the garden more real than a McDonalds Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in Look around here, you see nothing is very real Chained to economy now famine has been Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need Madonna drinks Coke and so you can too Taste's real good not like a sweet poison should Too much comfort to get decadent Politics here's death and God is safer sex Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live Kill for kicks Slash and burn Kill to live Kill for kicks 3rd world to the 1st Kill to live That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need That's all you need |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Economic forecast soothe our dereliction
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine Carried away with useless advertising dreams Blinding children, life as autonotomes NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit Barclays iron eagle, 33 injection Sold to advertisers, computer execution line They give and take away, repossess and crucify The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit Prosperity - exports for Pol Pot Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds Blackhorse apocalypse Death sanitised through credit |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Get some pain and I feel alive - born to end Close my eyes overdose on hell - born to end Get run over by no direction - born to end Breathing dead and I'm born to end - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Europe freed by McDonald's and Levi's - born to end Can't afford it so I hate it all - born to end Images linger like repression - born to end Concentration camps of our dreams - born to end Fall to the floor my baby, baby I no longer believe Fall to the floor my baby, baby I've lost the love to sleep H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying Nagasaki dolls are burning Beg for mercy Pray for war |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Culture sucks down words
Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles Organise your safe tribal war Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto Each day living out a lie Life sold cheaply forever ever ever Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Life lies a slow suicide Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths From feudal serf to spender This wonderful world of purchase power Just like lungs sucking on air Survivals natural as sorrow sorrow sorrow Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness All we want from you are the kicks you've given us All we want from you are the All we want from you are the kicks you've given us All we want from you are the kicks you've given us Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Drive away and it's the same Drive away and it's the same Everywhere death row everyone's a victim Your joys are counterfeit This happiness corrupt political shit Living life like a comatose Ego loaded and swallow swallow swallow Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
We are not your sinners
Our voices are for real We realised and won't be mourned We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms We won't die of devotion Understand we can never belong Throw some acid into your face Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste You love us You love us 'Til I see love in statues Your lessons drill inherited sin Parliaments a fake life saver You better wake up and smell the real flavour You love us like a holocaust Same P.R. problem as E.S.T. You love us like a holocaust Same P.R. problem as E.S.T. You love us You love us You love us You love You love us Oh you love us You love You love us You love us You love You love us You love us You love us You love You love us Oh you love us You love You love us You love us You love |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile
We blur into images of state coercion Classified machines die misunderstood City reflections pour out misery We don't count cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes Unified collapse of everything inside We understand but can't accept You are not dead cos we hate Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave it Our lives drift into A faceless sense of void Everything of meaning becomes destroyed There's too much concrete for us to breathe We are kept down cos we hate Love's sweet exile Love's sweet exile Raindown alienation Leave this country Leave this country Raindown alienation Leave this country Believe it Love's sweet exile |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys My mind is dead, everybody loves me Wants a slice of me Hopelessly passive and compatible Need to belong, oh the roads are scary So hold me in your arms I wanna be your only possession Used, used, used by men Used, used, used by men All they leave behind is money Paper made out of broken twisted trees Your pretty face offends Because it's something real that I can't touch Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower No god reached me, faded films and loving books Black and white TV All the world does not exist for me And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops Your diet will crush me My life just an old man's memory Little baby nothing Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty Dress your life in loathing Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility Little baby nothing Sexually free, made up to break up Assassinated beauty Moths broken up, quenched at last The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Repeat after me
Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Death sentence heritage Repeat after me Death camp palace Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Repeat after me Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Royal Khymer Rouge Repeat after me Imitation demigods Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Repeat after me Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Royal Khymer Rouge Repeat after me Imitation demigods Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Your dream can never earn enough.
Ultimate nihilistic love. Tennessee nights just zip code love. Always believe the comfort of strangers. Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue. Media sells a trance of hate. Our epitaph reads like your sin. Subvert, destroy, beat dereliction. Tennessee nights just zip code love. Commanche becomes a maggot. Tennessee eyes orange once blue. Media sells a trace of hate. His pain forgets her agony. His heart P.M.R.C. His heart P.M.R.C. The white man is disease. His heart P.M.R.C. Your dream can never earn enough. Ultimate nihilistic love |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Drugs come out of boredom babe U.N. exports it everyday Their armies feed the ghetto lame Government approve it just the same Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel alone amongst the weeds Daylight bores the sunshine out of me I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease Left alone in corporate slums Where germs are free not Amex fun Healthy bodies in empty minds Only exist in advert time Sunk deep in my TV Maybe sucked the soul from within me We need and we will always need Another invented disease We need and we are taught to need Another invented disease |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen Jam your brain with broken heroes Love your masks and adore your failure We're a mess of eyeliner and spray paint D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic Deny your culture of consumption This is a culture of destruction Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Babes on the run with poisoned lips Wrap your arms 'round this everlasting kiss Clinging to your own sense of waste All we love is lonely wreckage Your school your dole and your checkbook dreams Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes Now you say you know how we feel But don't fall in love 'cos we hate you still Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Don't wanna see your face Don't wanna hear your words Why don't you just Destroyed by madness Destroyed by madness Destroyed by madness Anxiety is freedom |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Learn to sleep through misery
Never gonna wake feeling free No one fucks as good as Marilyn Plastic surgery sure cures your sins You need a fix I'm your prostitute Repression says depravity's cute I'll feed you lines to make you smile You're so easy to dehumanize It's not that I can't find worth in anything It's just that I can't find worth in enough It's not that I can't find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Begging to be cool through nicotine Decadence costs but she must be clean Build up walls so you can't feel When you get high `it's so unreal' Days fade in and I need the night I've seen your dumb face all of my life Eyes close down, I don't wanna see Broken communion of the twentieth century It's not that I can't find worth in anything It's just that I can't find worth in enough It's not that I can't find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it You're gonna pay for my intelligence Pay for it Pay for it Cos I'm a slut and you just suck Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Pay for it Pay for it We promote all sickness and disease You're gonna pay for my intelligence Cos I'm a slut and you just suck You're so dead You're so dead |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Repeat after me
Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Death sentence heritage Repeat after me Death camp palace Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Repeat after me Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Royal Khymer Rouge Repeat after me Imitation demigods Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Repeat after me Fuck Queen and country Repeat after me Royal Khymer Rouge Repeat after me Imitation demigods Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum Useless generation Dumb flag scum |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country Wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those who never beg Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight The only free choice is refusal to pay Life reduced to suicidal pain Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death Choking on the billboards Advertised and fed Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
I can lick your face
I can bite it too Ooh my teeth's got rabies I'm gonna give it to you Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me, cos I'm a damned dog now Gotta taste for flesh Gotta taste for danger So I foam and chew Bite the hands of a stranger Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog now Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me Cos I'm a damned dog ! |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Christin me fuhrer nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today Give me all your possessions Make poverty your perfect home Allow your leaders to control you Questions are now blasphemy Why walk when you can crawl Stay on your knees and kiss my feet Censorship'll stop your excess though Check your billboard for my tour Listen to Luke sermon six "And if one of the occupation troops Forces you to carry his pack One kilometer carry it two" Be a tourist in the war zone Interrogate scriptures And not your stinking home That diet of bread and water's old Now feed on alcohol drug And do what you're told Now we'll take your number for a name Soak mind control in Christening water out of jail Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul Fall in love, fall in love with me Nail a crucifix onto your soul |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
I am nothing and should be everything
You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity Intentional destruction germ Eats your thoughts and makes you happy They wanna piece of your skin Pump it safer than, than a suicide Methadone Pretty Methadone Pretty Heart beats like a refugee machine Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey Xerox days to acceptance Decline accelerates into prejudice They wanna piece of your skin Pump it safer than, than a suicide Methadone Pretty Methadone Pretty I accuse history, I accuse I accuse history, I accuse I accuse history I accuse history, I accuse I accuse history, I accuse I don't need your history Wreckage inside all that's real Another bought product, no reality Passive consumers with patrolled desires Mindless countdown to retirement They wanna piece of your skin Pump it safer than, than a suicide Gonna stay a terminal young thing An' never gonna be methadone pretty Methadone Pretty Methadone Pretty Methadone |
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from Manic Street Preachers 1집 - Generation Terrorists (1992)
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem Misery and trauma making love Best go shoot the fucking doves The past is so beautiful The future like a corpse in snow I think it's all the fucking same It's a life sentence babe A line of vodka tears inside A shot of boredom helps my mind Staring through a thousand dead eyes I guess my nerves are brutalised Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Condemned to rock n' roll No innocent exit when hope dies And claustrophobia buys my mind I ran to breathe contagious lies No reasons for just living life Ripcord opens but my soul is cold With you I never felt more alone Skin never sweating dignity Kept my line beneath ecstasy This fragile prison of sanity An ocean wave to death babe Masochistic love going nowhere You're nothing, pestilience, a seed Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Condemned to rock n' Oblivions all we know Lips I kiss just another plague Lips I kiss just another plague Love can't fix the hole they made Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker There's nothing I wanna see There's nowhere I wanna go |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
1985
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had, at least with all my heart intact. In 1985, Orwell was proved right, Torville and Dean's bolero, redundant as a sad welsh chapel. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, superstition is all we have left. Circle the wagons, we're under attack, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, the Civil War failed why?, kept hidden like scars of birth, nature unable to soften the words. In 1985, my words they came alive, friends were made for life, Morrissey and Marr gave me choice. In 1985, in 1985. So God is dead, like Nietzsche said, only 16 years of age, he said. See all the tears, for the walking dead, we've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back. In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
The world on your shoulders The love of your mother The fear of the future The best years behind you The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too Love build around the sandy beaches Love rains down like Vietnam's leeches Richard the third in the White House Cowering behind divided curtains The world is getting older The times they fall behind you The need it still grows stronger The best years never found you Ah, the love of richard nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination The love of Richard Nixon, yeah they all betrayed you People forget China and your war on cancer Yeah they all betrayed you Yeah and your country too In all the decisions I have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the nation. I have never been a quitter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Empty souls will leave their homes
To find a place where they're alone Rattling memories and hollow bones Leaves a taste so bitter and cold For empty souls will stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls For empty souls they stand alone Shivering like black-eyed dogs Waiting to be taken home Where that is they only know Exposed to a truth we don't know Collapsing like the twin towers Falling down like April showers Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls Colossal endless like a marathon God knows what makes the comparison God knows what makes the comparison For the empty souls - for the empty souls. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another Some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song Maybe this strangeness only ever was To hide ourselves from some kind of happiness But always the moment it just seems to stay Tearing it off like so many calendar days This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song for broken lovers This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to take you homewards This is a song This is a song, this is a song a song to break your heart to This is a song |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
I live to fall asleep
It's when I stop the hate I never want to dream It infiltrates beauty I live to fall asleep Regenerate and sin Skin so tense gives in I've lived enough to kill When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep it helps me through the day Drink has never dulled a pain so deep does run I live to fall asleep serene alone happy Holding on to screams waiting for the time When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end When did you become another distant friend Everyone who loved you stayed waited till the end Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep So lazy, lazy, lazy Chuck down all the pills Needing to remember how and why to live Oh, when did you decide that sleep could save your life How could you become another boy struck dumb How could you become another boy struck dumb with love I live to fall asleep I live to fall asleep |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
When the disappearing begins
The ghosts we kept within Can break free from inside And untie our blindfold eyes To repel ghosts To repel ghosts... So when the ghosts find you Be careful but be graceful For all will be revealed When ghosts become set free A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts Build bridges and not roads Make love, make hate, make war A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts A soul in pain has no image to reclaim To repel ghosts To repel ghosts |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Emily, Emily your gift to me
Emily, a modern sense of beauty Emily, as precious as your memory A simple word called liberty The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
When did life get so, get so complicated
When did time start, start accelerating Make life slower Stop life growing If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost And in defeat, cling to these words so clear Humiliations not easily understood Onto the future Such messages are burned If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost If we can still fall in love If we can still fall in love Embrace with us - make your own glasnost |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Always, never on my mind
Always, always out of time Always, always letting someone down Always, always wanting more Always, always stand-alone Always, always getting something wrong Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never said and done Always, always change my mind Always, always trying to succeed Always, never facing you Always, never being true Always, always gonna be this way Longing for, it's been a long time longing for To carry the sky away Always, never Always, never Always, never Always, never Always |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Solitude sometimes is
The place that I would like to live Solitude sometimes is When nothing really seems to fit If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Solitude sometimes is Life that no longer exists Solitude sometimes is When there's nothing left to give If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Drop your bombs on all I see Leave this world alone for me The thing I need to hide behind It reigns beneath my holy skies If black were truly black not grey It might provide some depth to pray To black out all the worlds of men And demons too, but not even then Solitude sometimes is Solitude sometimes is... |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
Strung out eyes as cold as worship
Two minutes silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against blood This is the place where peace exists This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me... When there's time I'll read your words There's no point disguising You're the one who's hurt Laid bloody and bare to see The effects will fail to desert me This is the place where peace exists This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me... This is the place where my mind resists The fragments fail to hold me The fragments fail to hold me.. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 7집 - Lifeblood (2004)
If the love between us has faded away
Left in the rain, scratching at the stains The paralysed future The past sideways scrawl I must give up on this It makes no sense at all Makes no sense at all In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sense the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife And yet I kept my silence Your memory is still mine No I will not share them Acquaintance through denial For I witnessed splendour And evil that no-one saw And I felt kindness And vanity for sure And vanity for sure In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the breaking of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff afterlife We sensed the making of our lives In the Cardiff afterlife In the Cardiff |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua who shall we choose for our morality I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy big mac smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline your idols speak so much of the abyss yet your morals only run as deep as the surface cool - groovey - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy conservatives say there ain't no black in the union jack democrat say there ain't enough white in the stars and stripes Compton - Harlem - a pimp fucked a priest the white man has just found a new moral saviour vital stats - how white was there skin unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day real privilege, it will take your problems all away number one - the best - no excuse from me I am here to serve the moral majority cool - groovey - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy Zapruder the first to masturbate the world's first taste of crucified grace and we say there's not enough black in the union jack and we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes fuck the Brady Bill fuck the Brady Bill if God made man they say Sam Colt made him equal. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognised truth acedias blackest hole Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide Loser - liar - fake - phoney No one cares, everyone is guilty Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul Horthys corpse screened to a million Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show So wash your car in your x baseball shoes We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Little people in little houses Like maggots small blind and worthless The massacred innocent blood stains us all Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch Kruschev - self love in his mirrors Brezhnev - married into group sex Gorbachev - celibate self importance Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Napoleon - childhood sweethearts Chamberlain - you see God in you Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked Che guevara - youre all target now Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye Farrakhan - alimony alimony Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Revol. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinners salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If youre fat dont get ill Europes gravestone carved in plastic P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognised truth acedias blackest hole Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide Loser - liar - fake - phoney No one cares, everyone is guilty Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul Horthys corpse screened to a million Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show So wash your car in your x baseball shoes We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Little people in little houses Like maggots small blind and worthless The massacred innocent blood stains us all Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognised truth acedias blackest hole Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide Loser - liar - fake - phoney No one cares, everyone is guilty Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul Horthys corpse screened to a million Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show So wash your car in your x baseball shoes We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Little people in little houses Like maggots small blind and worthless The massacred innocent blood stains us all Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hanging from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch Kruschev - self love in his mirrors Brezhnev - married into group sex Gorbachev - celibate self importance Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Napoleon - childhood sweethearts Chamberlain - you see God in you Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked Che guevara - youre all target now Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye Farrakhan - alimony alimony Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Revol - revol Revol - revol Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila Revol. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind And I close my eyes And this is yesterday |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinners salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If youre fat dont get ill Europes gravestone carved in plastic P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has hemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognised truth acedias blackest hole Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide Loser - liar - fake - phoney No one cares, everyone is guilty Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul Horthys corpse screened to a million Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show So wash your car in your x baseball shoes We all are of walking abortion Shalom shalom we all love our children We are all of walking abortion Shalom shalom there are no horizons Little people in little houses Like maggots small blind and worthless The massacred innocent blood stains us all Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible - you fucking are Whos responsible. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinners salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If youre fat dont get ill Europes gravestone carved in plastic P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my target weight Kate and emma and kristin know its fake Problem is diets not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My visions getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta Thats the way youre built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and kristin and kit kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybodys life I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disciplines so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse Ive finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into mans soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Natures lukewarm pleasure. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell the first time you see yourself naked you cry soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinners salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If youre fat dont get ill Europes gravestone carved in plastic P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers Pcp - a p.c. police victory Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory When I was young p.c. meant police constable Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac |
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from Manic Street Preachers 3집 - The Holy Bible (1994)
For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out I t them, 24:7, all year long Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself. |
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