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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)
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)
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 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 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 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)
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)
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 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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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 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 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)
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 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 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 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 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)
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)
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 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 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)
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 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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