Manic Street Preachers

so mighty so hegemonic so hating so desecrating so there so nowhere so hurting
we fall between indifference rejection and the whole fucking wall
we fall

Christin me fuhrer nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today
Give me all your possessions

Make poverty your perfect home
Allow your leaders to control you
Questions are now blasphemy

Why walk when you can crawl
Stay on your knees and kiss my feet
Censorship’ll stop your excess thought
Check your billboard for my tour

Listen to Luke sermon six
“And if one of the occupation troops forces you to carry his
Pack one kilometer carry it two”

Be a tourist in the warzone
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home
That diet of bread and waters old

Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you’re told
Now we’ll take your number for a name
Soak mind control in christening water out of jail

Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul

(Intro taken from ‘Torying’, a poem by Patrick Jones)

This is Damn Dog by the Manic street preachers
Take one

Two, three, four

I can lick your face
I can bite it too
Ooh my teeths got rabies
I’m gonna give it to you

Feed me, feed me
Can’t you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I’m a damned dog now

Gotta taste for flesh
Gotta taste for danger
So I foam and chew
Bite the hands of a stranger

Feed me, feed me
Can’t you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I’m a damned dog now

Feed me, feed me
Can’t you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I’m a damned dog

Dead martyrs
All stigmartys
Dead heroes
For fear of zeroes

Dead martyrs
Always take it further
Dead heroes
Know no fear

Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future

Dead stars are always the blackest
Dead heroes the living empty
Dead martyrs hang on forever
Dead martyrs always take it further

Living for some happiness
Find nothing that satisfies
Had a beginning but it got no end

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future

Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future
Just dead stars for dead eyes
Got no future

She’s so passive but she’s looking good
He’s so passive but he’s looking good
They are together but really they’re apart
They are together but do not belong, but do not belong

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let’s fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of Kate and Johnny
The ballad of Adam and Naomi
The ballad of Michael and Helena
The ballad is forever changing

She’s so passive but happy in her way
He’s so passive but happy in his way
They do not think just sit and they pretend
They sit around and pray for it to end, pray for it to end

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let’s fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of Kate and Johnny
The ballad of Adam and Naomi
The ballad of Hugh and Elizabeth
The ballad is forever changing

I’m so passive hopeless fucking mess

We’re so passive do our bit for charity
From Bosnia to London we do it all for free, we do it all for free

Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Silence begins to help me now
The sunshine it fades away
Symbols have now disappeared
How could this happen to me?
How could this happen to me?

But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat?
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands

Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished period
Lips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defence

But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat?
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands

Bill and Ted and Wayne’s World drawl
Just another dull fucking bore
Vietnam’s cool now even Superman’s believed
Hussein still in power as the media war retreats

Suck your honey until you choke
You are a mechanism of social control
Multi-national aim of one world culture
Turning one dollar into another and another

Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got your beat
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar
Smothering injustice seen through starving eyes
Tearing down forests just to earn a buck

Killed off literature for sex and violence
Fed a generation the equivalent of silence
Dragged Jack down to self same bigotry
Passive acceptance of a consumer society

Fake sentiments tying up contracts
Making idols of guitars and haircuts
Multi-national aim of one world culture
Turning one dollar into another and another

Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got ya beat
Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar
Smothering injustice seen through Red Indian eyes
Silent race war of sweet Hollywood lies

Let’s go down to Greenwich Village and desecrate
The Noraid slogans that justify 6 counties hate

Let’s go down Redondo Beach and wax body company
Cos reality for T.V. is Disney, not King, Rodney

Let’s go down to Indiana Youth Centre quickly
Tyson’s money ain’t as real as Junior Kennedy’s

Yankee Dead Yankee Dead Yankee Dead Yankee Drawl

Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don’t wanna talk

Mother of the free she said that we’d breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

To me the coronation’s another auto-da-fe
Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being
I don’t see happy homes but the Belfast wall
In Walkman sounds hear Sony control

Mother of the free she said that we’d breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

Mother of the free she said that we’d breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

Parliament mother of United Nations
Mother of history’s dead sun, dead suns
DNA of restriction and law
Death, famine, spectacle and war

Mother of the free she said that we’d breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

Mother of the free she said that we’d breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

He delivered Daniel from the lion’s den
And Jonah from the belly of the whale
And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
Why not every man?

Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

The Moon flows down, in a purple stream
And the Sun refuses to shine
And every star shall disappear
Yes, freedom shall be mine

Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can’t seem to stay a fixed ideal
childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
see myself without ruining lines
whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
the hole in my life even stains the soil
my heart shrinks to barely a pulse
a tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
if you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.

Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly
Donkeys don’t allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire

Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural

Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies