Manic Street Preachers

War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant
World War Three, a Sega dreamland
I’d take a whore to the funeral

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Jesus descends, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There’s more art in Burger King
Than the British museum today

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in Athena

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

There’s no hope in the colonies
So catch yourself a lifeline
Things have gone wrong too many times
So catch yourself a slow boat to china

Fixing some holes from the tigers claws
All your tears will be trembling
Stick those teeth into my back
Seasonal beasts keep them at bay

Can’t something go right
Little things change people’s lives
Hostile words won’t fill your eyes
Same noise left too destroy

Loathsome smile head full of forever’s
Will tomorrow bring some perfection
The zoos been overrun in Baghdad
Tiger’s claws still in my back

Oh so send away the tigers
Because we’re lonely and we’re desperate
Oh so send away the tigers
Because they’re creeping up and dangerous

I’ve got problems I’ve got too many of them
Throw away your yesterdays I did it all for you
Blank horizons & hotels rooms
Cheap Whiskey & god-awful truths
Look at me I’m honest & I’m free
I was born to underachieve

Oh so send away the tigers
Because we’re lonely and we’re desperate
Oh so send away the tigers
Because they’re creeping up and dangerous

A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you
Stopping 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

Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I’m perpetually stuck in sepia film
I’m bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in

I’ve spoken so much rubbish done in no time at all
Feelings are so fatal in the fall
No you never kissed me never felt anything for me
Sepia the stain that I remember
And these unwritten diaries that can never breathe, never breathe

Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I’m perpetually stuck in sepia film
I’m bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in

Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I’m perpetually stuck in sepia film
I’m bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in

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 man’s 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
nature’s lukewarm pleasure.

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 McDonald’s
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 do too
Tastes 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

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

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 your scent around
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna 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

Wanna get out won’t miss your secent around
Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna 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

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 dehumanise

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

Things get clear when I feel free
When whatever’s next comes easily
When gentle hands give life to me
When your eyes fill with tiny tears

When I’m this still you are my life
When I’m this still you are my life

So at ease in the midnight sky
So at ease in the midnight sky

But my insides will look like war
My insides will look like war

Paralysed except through my thought

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad

My smile as real as a hyena’s
My smile as real as a hyena’s

Burns an expressway to my skull
Burns an expressway to my skull

But I’ll stick myself together again
Spirit so low that I no longer pretend

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad

So why so sad
You live and you love
So why so sad
Dependent on above
Searching for the dead sea scrolls
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad
So why, so why so sad

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