Manic Street Preachers

Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don’t wanna be a man

Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realise oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don’t wanna be a man

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees

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 scarey
So hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession

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 breakup
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

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
Love’s sweet exile

Heaven’s weariness, you’re climbing the walls
Asleep I daydreamed I could change it all
Running from something too painful to face
Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled feet

Ecstasy’s columns decay into night
Underneath hope she loves only to die?
Wasting my time on the shackles of her love

At night complete love’s torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over

Gentleness left me, a cataract’s past life
Searching for something I’m unable to find
To weak to render a sorrow’s daily grind
I find too much grief in her chastened eyes

Memory cannot choose where it wants to be
Love this sex through pity as mangled sheets
The tenderness that climbs in the mind

At night complete love’s torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over

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 haemorrhaged
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 lamb-like winter, winter.

I am nothing and should be everything
You’re methadone pretty, surrender in pity
Intentional destruction germ
Eats your thoughts and make you happy

They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty

Heart beats like a refuge 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

Miss Europa disco dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss Europa disco dancer
I’m in heaven when I see you
Miss Europa disco dancer
Favourite son and favourite daughter
Miss Europa disco dancer
I suck suck up all of your power

So serene, the world turns blue
Heads are spinning, it feels so good
It’s poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

Miss Europa disco dancer
Brutally becomes a no hoper
Miss Europa disco dancer
Had your luck and had your chances
Miss Europa disco dancer
I never reached the supernova
Miss Europa disco dancer
Wake up drunk and then fall over

So messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It’s agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

So serene, the world turns blue
Yes you’re spinning, it feels so good
It’s poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

So messed up, the world turns grey
All washed up with debts to pay
It’s agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers
Braindead motherfuckers

Luddite lover
Forgiving father
Unhappy forever
Live it to where you can
Those skies must drive you wild
The earth around you
This silence around you
Be with the sky tonight

You’ve ruined more than you’ll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/Autumn/78

Your life into the future
Maybe forty years
A life worth saving or lonesome ever more
The nothingness of truth
Or everlasting youth
Ideology or the ultimate thrill

You’ve ruined more than you’ll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/Autumn/78

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
Survival’s 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 kicks you’ve given us

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

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 everlasting nothingness

Revolution, revolution, revolution…

Never ever wanted to be with you
The only thing you gave me was the boredom I suffocate in
Ooh ooh ooh

Adrift in cheap dreams don’t stop the rain
Numbed out in piss towns just wanna dig their graves
Ooh ooh ooh

Motown, Motown junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
Twenty-one years of living and nothing means anything to me

Motown junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds

Motown junk
Motown junk
Motown junk
Motown junk

I don’t want cos I just get
All you slut heroes offer is a fear of the future
Ooh ooh ooh

Past made useless and I’m dying now
Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds our wrists
Ooh ooh ooh

Motown, Motown junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
Twenty-one years of living and nothing means anything to me

Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds

Motown Junk
Motown Junk
Motown Junk
Motown Junk

Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168 seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168 seconds

Motown Junk
Motown Junk
Motown Junk
Motown Junk
Junka junka junka junka junka

We live in urban hell
We destroy rock and roll