Manic Street Preachers

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.

Here’s a true story
Said someone to me yesterday
Said he’d heard it in a taxi
Must have had him at my mercy
Drown that poor thing put it out of its misery
Condemn it to its future deny its history - deny its history

So where are we going we’re not ready for drowning
So where are we going we’re not ready for drowning

Look through my venetian blinds
Dusting the past off my mind
Seeing orange everywhere
I’d go to Patagonia but it’s harder there
I’ll do anything to prove I care
Fascinated by good
Destroyed by evil what is there to believe in

So where are we going we’re not ready for drowning
So where are we going we’re not ready for drowning
So where are we going we’re not ready for drowning
So where are we going we’re not waving we are drowning

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 but 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

Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition
All the air miles that are missing, oh I wish we still had Jack Lemmon
Rendition, rendition I never knew the sky was a prison
It’s a long hard revolution, oh good God I feel like a liberal

For tomorrow I will beg, steal and borrow
Another moment of joy, pain and sorrow
I wish I knew what I did wrong
Can anybody hear the screaming of us? The screaming of us
In the long hard revolution

Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition
The CIA will stay invisible, oh good God I sound like a liberal
Rendition, rendition I never knew the sky was a prison
It’s a long hard revolution, oh good God I feel like a liberal

For tomorrow I will beg, steal and borrow
Another moment of joy, pain and sorrow
I wish I knew what I did wrong
Can anybody hear the screaming of us? The screaming of us
In the long revolution

For tomorrow I will beg, steal and borrow
Another moment of joy, pain and sorrow
I wish I knew what I did wrong
Can anybody hear the screaming of us? The screaming of us
In the long revolution

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 Demi-Gods
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Repeat After Me
Fuck Queen and Country
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum

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 - you’re 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.

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 the 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

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

You’ve been this way since school
Dysfunctional, translucent
Royalty on your wall
So desperately mundane

They’re inbred baby just like you
But you’d love the chance to eat their food
Even though it has been chewed

Royal correspondent
Sad and lonely
Royal correspondent
Kills her daily

Dream of the Daily Mail
It is the Holy Grail
And then the BBC
Your life would be complete

Build a fountain, wash away the poor
Just as long as your motives are pure
Hold on tight or you just might lose her

Royal correspondent
Wears their Sunday best
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest

Smarter than the rest

Straight jacket your own beauty
Because it’s just a breakdown away
From the gutter to the jewel
A symbol sold in investment days
Defenceless as the pages you burn
A baby drowning under a profit curve
Money bruises the skin at birth

I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy

Na na … No more pills and no more drugs

This country pisses debris
Like ugly people made pretty
Underneath cheap make-up
Deformed, disguised mind decay
Buy, consume, get more credit
Learn to serve a life sentence here
Style yourself in sterility

I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy

Na na … No more pills and no more drugs