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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 - So Why So Sad [single] (2001)
Or is it to purify
I love you all the same But there's no - no real truce with my fury You don't have to believe me I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from You have - broken through my armour And I don't have an answer I love you all the same I paint - the things I want to see But it don't come easy I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from Think I'm - I'm lost among the undergrowth So much so I woke up I love you all the same But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my You stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from You stole the sun from I have - I've got to stop smiling It gives the wrong impression I love you all the same |
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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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
I wrote for luck
They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do You can try But you can't chain me I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over I don't breathe I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt Cos you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry Keep on piling out And not putting by |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew?
I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Goodnight my sweetheart Until we leave tonight Hold me in your arms Wish me some luck as you wave goodbye to me You're the best friends I ever had Goodnight, sleep tight Goodnight, God bless Goodnight, nos da I'll try my best Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew I'll be watching over you I will be waiting all my cares are for you Dreams they leave and die I'm just gonna close my eyes, think about my family And shed a little tear Goodnight, sleep tight Goodnight, God bless Goodnight, nos da, I'll try my best Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Leave me, go Jesus I love you, yeah I love you Just let me go I even love the devil For yes he did me harm To keep me any longer 'cause I'm really tired I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy Yeah I'm really tired I'd love to go to sleep and wake up happy, Wake up happy. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets, I made my way. With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet. I paid my way. In every town on the way, The people looked grey, the buildings looked healthy, But one day I met a man, With money to spare, He said he will tell me how it is. The state he began has been propping up people too long. For far too long. We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world. But we are all bourgeois now, Once there was class war, But not any longer because baby we are all bourgeois now, So go out and make your way in the world. We're free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 We're free to choose. In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the world. Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves. So well for themselves. "Thank you" I said as I left, I'll be on my way, I see how it is, We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world. I'm free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 I'm free to choose. We're all bourgeois now x2 We're bourgeois now. |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
They sit around tables rendered dumb
Colored sticks of chalk are passed around Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice Tomorrow the necks split, there is no voice Draw a perfect circle, sleep fetus-like Six chalk colors the very meaning of life They wake to strobes and half circled light Confusion lifts with potassium percolate V-S-E-C piggy Piggy piggy Piggy piggy Clean cooking flower-arranging Dissolves a kind of liberation |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress Velocity possessed The world was hers again It fell apart again I don't need anyone to hurt me No, not anyone at all Cause my so-called friends have left me And I don't care at all Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got BBC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks & Spencers Equality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Loose and guilty and whipped
Sterility persecutes and I have plenty Bruised and nailed and quit Merciful and mourned and meek Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavored To find a place where I became untethered |
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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)
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)
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)
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)
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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
There are no sunsets just silence
You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words for the blind have eyes I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God There are times when you feel hopeless Just for once for no-one else we are blameless The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God Hold me she said love me to death I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God I am the girl who wanted to be God |
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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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days Last night there were skinheads on my lawn Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (Got big lanes, got big lanes) Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (Look the same, look the same) There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with anything (Anything, anything) Last night I had a dream, but I forget what it was (What it was, what it was) Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream - I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream - I wanted to lick your knees I had a dream - it was about nothing Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling |
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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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles Paranoia at the heels of too much greed Obedience an art form while the sad bleed Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal I don't wanna dance for people to watch Smother my life in interest accounts Outside life brings down genocide And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit Hate is art and we steal cars Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich You can launch sweetly and say nice things But I ain't ever on the way up My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate The pure ideals that turn to hate |
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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)
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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health Destroy words and ignore their truth Wanna die and have never worked I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I can't feel no need to care Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air Wearing hate like they wear money Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, uh-huh I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling In hate Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There is too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers... Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL Beautiful |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Socalist Serenade Lyrics
What's the point in an education When you have to pay for the privilege? This side of the truth where no sun shines They don't count the cripples and the blind I was thinking everybody had a chance Like a dream stretched way too far All this time such a debt to the city I don't know who's the real enemy This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere Some greater benefit for the people Ha ha ha ha we all believed in you Is it about the politics of celebrity Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere Change your name to New Forget the fucking Labour |
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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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games want to get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders Environment not yours you see through it all want to get out won't miss you sensaround Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks want to get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy |
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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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
She'd walk on broken glass for love
She thought burnt skin would please her lover To keep love alive and lust beside Kind people should never be treated like Empty arms and naked heart The love she sought through faltering thought Table for two, such a sweet delight Whispers "I love you my darling" tonight Love bathed her in a bath of bleach "I brought you here, no one else will" Don't hurt her anymore, stop now But salmon pink skin memories took care of Empty arms and naked heart The love she sought through faltering thought A table for two - such a sweet delight Whispers "I love you my darling" tonight |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
A framed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you Stopped in the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still smile so stupidly For the first time ever I don't understand my television And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in I've spoken so much rubbish Done it in no time at all Feelings are so fatal in the fall No you never kissed me Never felt anything for me Sepia that stain that I remembered In these unwritten diaries That can never breathe, never breathe And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
A framed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you Stopped in the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still smile so stupidly For the first time ever I don't understand my television And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in I've spoken so much rubbish Done it in no time at all Feelings are so fatal in the fall No you never kissed me Never felt anything for me Sepia that stain that I remembered In these unwritten diaries That can never breathe, never breathe And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in |
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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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I've got no kick againt modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darn fast And change the beauty of the melody Until they sound just like a symphony That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I took my loved one over cross the tracks So she can hear my man await a sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man they were going like a hurricane That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Way down South they gave a jubilee the jockey folks they had a jamboree They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup The folks dancin' got all shook up And started playin' that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Don't care to hear 'em play a tango I'm in the mood to hear a mambo It's way to early for a congo So keep rockin' that piano So I can get some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me |
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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)
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)
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)
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 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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Conscience binds you in chains
Trail by stone hammer and nails No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured Killed God blood soiled unclean again Killed God blood soiled skin dead again Again everywhere again All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always Never grown preserved gently A bronze moth dies easily Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending Aimless rut of my own perception Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed Nothin' seems to fit Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling So I just did me some talkin' to the sun And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done Sleepin' on the job Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling But there's one thing I know The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me Raindrops keep falling on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red Crying's not for me Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worrying me. |
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from Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next [single] (1999)
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Sickened and housed street death's burned
Blacked, lived, compelled and cold Closed down and swallowed formed and regained Blacked, curt, gloat and discerned Shot from shot The androgyny fails Odalisque by Ingres Yet your bones for sale Pornographic, this is pornographic Pornographic Expertly clothed amazed and perturbed Assumed annoyed and ceased Bow down together Agonised and locked Mixed, sealed and received |
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from Manic Street Preachers 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
The more I see, the less I scream,
The figure eight inside out is infinity The naked light bulb is always on They make your break complete Then they blow it to kingdom come Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me Trespass your torments If you are what you wanna be I once impersonated a shopwork dummy The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight Falcons attack the pigeons In the west wing at night |
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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)
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)
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)
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 - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
verse 1
You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor discarded baby I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time chorus Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes, you are left out Out of there without a doubt 'cause, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 2 A girl who wants to run away Discovers that she's had her day It's no good you thinking that you are still mine You're out of touch my baby My poor unfaithful baby I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 3 You thought you were a clever girl Giving up your social whirl But you can't come back and be the first in line You're obsolete my baby My poor old-fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time |
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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)
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)
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)
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 - Ocean Spray [single] (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 - Ocean Spray [single] (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 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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes See me now and I will apologise For me for you we knew they were lies It makes me angry ashamed but really alive It may have worked but at what price What's the point in always looking back When all you see is more and more junk It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming Maybe richer maybe wiser Seems so easy to not go too far Beg me to stop hate my face I know They tell me forever just to go Just one thing before I get to sleep Nothing here but the stains on my teeth No not blood just liquid from you I only wish it was the truth Feel the guilt of a sinner Feel the cold of a winter It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes See me now and I will apologise For me for you we knew they were lies It makes me angry ashamed but really alive It may have worked but at what price What's the point in always looking back When all you see is more and more junk It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming Maybe richer maybe wiser Seems so easy to not go too far Beg me to stop hate my face I know They tell me forever just to go Just one thing before I get to sleep Nothing here but the stains on my teeth No not blood just liquid from you I only wish it was the truth Feel the guilt of a sinner Feel the cold of a winter It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
To all the people who've hurt me
To all the life that has left me To all the longing that lost me To all the future that scares me To all the words that have drained me To all the questions that bored me To all the people that believed me To all the money that blinded me No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me To all the skies that have reached for me To all the oceans that drowned me To all the rain that has soothed me To all the sun that depressed me To all the people that lived in fear To all the life that is held so dear To all the empty souls who still despair I know it's the same for everyone No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief No one knows what it's like to be me |
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from Manic Street Preachers 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
To all the people who've hurt me
To all the life that has left me To all the longing that lost me To all the future that scares me To all the words that have drained me To all the questions that bored me To all the people that believed me To all the money that blinded me No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me To all the skies that have reached for me To all the oceans that drowned me To all the rain that has soothed me To all the sun that depressed me To all the people that lived in fear To all the life that is held so dear To all the empty souls who still despair I know it's the same for everyone No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me No one knows what it's like to be me Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief No one knows what it's like to be me |
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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 4집 - Everything Must Go (1996)
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank I tell them I wish I was, they tell me that I'm sick in the head They say that I'm sick in the head They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Have you heard of Matthew Maynard He's my favourite cricketer I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar Than play with my guitar People tell me I should get out more But the TV is my best friend Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane The only thing that keeps me sane They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Sometimes I just stay in bed And think about the day When I can retire, forgetting everything I'll forget everything Forget everything Forever but not today When I cannot, cannot say No more yesterdays No more yesterdays |
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from Manic Street Preachers - Lipstic Traces : A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers (2003)
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank I tell them I wish I was, they tell me that I'm sick in the head They say that I'm sick in the head They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Have you heard of Matthew Maynard He's my favourite cricketer I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar Than play with my guitar People tell me I should get out more But the TV is my best friend Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane The only thing that keeps me sane They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Sometimes I just stay in bed And think about the day When I can retire, forgetting everything I'll forget everything Forget everything Forever but not today When I cannot, cannot say No more yesterdays No more yesterdays |
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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)
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 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
Herman the bull and Tracey the sheep
Transgenic milk containing human protein Their bacteria cheaper than baby food Attention today Today it's a cow, tomorrow it's you African Punch and Judy show at half the price A hundred thousand watch giant haystacks in a Bombay fight Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking, we laugh We missed the sex revolution When we failed the physical When we failed the physical Herman the bull and Tracey the sheep Transgenic milk containing human protein Their bacteria cheaper than baby food Attention today Today it's a cow, tomorrow it's you African Punch and Judy show at half the price A hundred thousand watch giant haystacks in a Bombay fight Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking, we laugh We missed the sex revolution When we failed the physical When we failed the physical |
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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)
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)
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 9집 - Journal For Plague Lovers (2009)
He stood like a statue
As he was beaten across the face With a horse whip Where the wounds already exist A well-oiled rifle And never lonely, Marlon JD If you want to come down, come down Give him some dignity So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. Learn to live without clutter To live without luxury Sometimes I envy them Goodnight yourself, Marlon JD He did not defend himself He didn't even raise his hand I will not beg because This is how I am So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. "Bare floors, plain white walls. No window curtains, nothing but essentials. With no luxuries, no ornamentation, Utter simplicity. But it's also clean, It's clean as a rifle." So see, so see Marlon J.D. So see, so see Marlon J.D. "And, and they're never lonely And sometimes I envy them" |
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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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