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