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Generation terrorists

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Slash N' Burn

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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 a McDonalds

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

Madonna drinks Coke and so you can too

Taste's 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

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Natwest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Economic forecast soothe our dereliction

Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine

Carried away with useless advertising dreams

Blinding children, life as autonotomes

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

Barclays iron eagle, "33 injection"

Sold to advertisers, computer execution line

They give and take away, repossess and crucify

The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

Prosperity - exports for Pol Pot

Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds

Blackhorse apocalypse

Death sanitised through credit

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Born To End

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Get some pain and I feel alive - born to end

Close my eyes overdose on hell - born to end

Get run over by no direction - born to end

Breathing dead and I'm born to end - born to end

Fall to the floor my baby (baby)

I no longer believe (baby)

Fall to the floor my baby (baby)

I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life

Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying

Nagasaki dolls are burning

Europe freed by McDonalds and Levi's - born to end

Can't afford it so I hate it all - born to end

Images linger like repression - born to end

Concentration camps of our dreams - born to end

Fall to the floor my baby (baby)

I no longer believe (baby)

Fall to the floor my baby (baby)

I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life

Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying

Nagasaki dolls are burning

H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life

Underneath the blue skies beautiful empty dying dolls

Beg for mercy

Pray for war

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Motorcycle Emptiness

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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

Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

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

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You Love Us

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

We are not your sinners

Our voices are for real

We realised and won't be mourned

We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms

We won't die of devotion

Understand we can never belong

Throw some acid into your face

Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste

You love us

You love

You love us

Oh you love us

You love

You love us

You love

'Til I see love in statues

Your lessons drill inherited sin

Parliaments a fake life saver

You better wake up and smell the real flavour

You love us like a holocaust

Same P.R. problem as E.S.T.

You love us like a holocaust

Same P.R. problem as E.S.T.

You love us

You love

You love us

Oh you love us

You love

You love us

You love

You love us

You love

You love us

Oh you love us

You love

You love us

You love

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Love's Sweet Exile

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation

there lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased

pages

of apathy that bleed our innocence...

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

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

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

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Believe it

Love's sweet exile

(Intro taken from 'The Eloquence In The Screaming', a poem by patrick jones)

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Little Baby Nothing (With Traci Lords)

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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 love's 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

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Repeat (Stars And Stripes)

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I've seen this happen before

This is a message from occupied England

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

From earliest human existence there proved to be two fundamental ways of

thinking

Repeat after me

Fuck queen and country

Repeat after me

Death sentence heritage

Repeat after me

Death camp palace

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me

Fuck queen and country

Repeat after me

Royal Khymer Rouge

Repeat after me

Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

I've seen this happen before

A force of sensationalism

From earliest human existence there proved to be two fundamental ways of

thinking

What happens to the brains?

What happens?

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Repeat after me

Fuck queen and country

Repeat after me

Royal Khymer Rouge

Repeat after me

Imitation demi-gods

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime

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Tennessee

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Your dream can never earn enough

Ultimate nihilistic love

Tennessee nights just zip-code love

Always believe the comfort of strangers

Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue

Media sells a trace of hate

Our epitaph reads like your sin

Subvert, destroy, beat derelict

Tennessee nights just zip-code love

Commanche becomes as maggot

Tennessee eyes orange once blue

Media sells a trace of hate

His pain forgets her agony

His heart P-M-R-C

The white man is disease

His heart P-M-R-C

Your dream can never earn enough

Ultimate nihilistic love

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Another Invented Disease

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Drugs come out of boredom babe

U.N. exports it everyday

Their armies feed the ghetto lame

Government approve it just the same

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel alone amongst the weeds

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel (I need to feel)

We need and we will always need

Another invented disease

We need and we are taught to need

Another invented disease

Left alone in corporate slums

Where germs are free not amex fun

Healthy bodies in empty minds

Only exists in advert time

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel alone amongst the weeds

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel (I need to feel)

We need and we will always need

Another invented disease

We need and we are taught to need

Another invented disease

Sunk deep in my TV

Maybe sucked the soul from within me

We need and we will always need

Another invented disease

We need and we are taught to need

Another invented disease

We need and we will always need

Another invented disease

We need and we are taught to need

Another invented disease

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Stay Beautiful

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Find your faith in your security

All broken up at seventeen

Jam your brain with broken heroes

Love your masks and adore your failure

We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint

D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic

Deny your culture of consumption

This is a culture of destruction

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just

Babes on the run with poisoned lips

Wrap your arms round this everlasting kiss

Clinging to your own sense of waste

All we love is lonely wreckage

Your school your dole and your chequebook dreams

Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes

Now you say you know how we feel

But don't fall in love cos we hate you still

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just

Destroyed by madness, oh yeah

Anxiety is freedom

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So Dead

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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

You're gonna pay for my intelligence

Pay for it

Cos I'm a slut and you just suck

Pay for it

Degrade your senses till you hate me

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

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Repeat (UK)

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

London, England, consider yourselves warned

Repeat after me

Fuck queen and country

Repeat after me

Death sentence heritage

Repeat after me

Death camp palace

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

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

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

Useless generations

Dumb flag scum

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Spectators Of Suicide

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Obedience to the law is free desire

Under curfew from neon barbed wire

Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead

Free heroin shots for those who never beg

Spectators of suicide

Exploding in society's eye

Democracy is an empty lie

Dead like our yesterdays tonight

The only free choice is refusal to pay

Life reduced to suicidal pain

Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death

Choking on the billboards, advertised and fed

Spectators of suicide

Exploding in society's eye

Democracy is an empty lie

Dead like our yesterdays tonight

You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence

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Damn Dog

(Jacob Brackman/Billy Mernit)

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

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Crucifix Kiss

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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)

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Methadone Pretty

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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

I accuse history, I accuse

I accuse history

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

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Condemned To Rock 'N' Roll

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Always feeling torn and slow

Love song cull destroy poem

Misery and trauma making love

Best go shoot the fucking doves

The past is so beautiful

The future like a corpse in snow

I think it's all the fucking same

It's a life sentence babe

A line of vodka tears inside

A shot of boredom helps my mind

Staring through a thousand dead eyes

I guess my nerves are brutalised

Lips I kiss just another plague

Love can't fix the hole they made

Condemned to rock n'

Condemned to rock n' roll

No innocent exit when hope dies

And claustrophobia buys my mind

I ran to breathe contagious lies

No reasons for just living life

Ripcord opens but my soul is cold

With you I never felt more alone

Skin never sweating dignity

Kept my line beneath ecstasy

This fragile prison of sanity

An ocean wave to death babe

Masochistic love going nowhere

You're nothing, pestilience, a seed

Lips I kiss just another plague

Love can't fix the hole they made

Condemned to rock n'

Oblivions all we know

Lips I kiss just another plague

Love can't fix the hole they made

Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker

Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker

There's nothing I wanna see

There's nowhere I wanna go

Gold against the soul

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Sleepflower

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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, 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, 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, a pale landscape

You were an extinction, a desert heat

A blind illness of my anxiety

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From Despair To Where

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I write this alone on my bed

I've poisoned every room in the house

The place is quiet and so alone

Pretend there's something worth waiting for

There's nothing nice in my head

The adult world took it all away

I wake up with same spit in my mouth

I cannot tell if it is real or not

I try and walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

Outside open mouthed crowds

Pass each other as if they're drugged

Down pale corridors of routine

Where life falls unatoned

The weak kick like straw

Till the world means less and less

Words are never enough

Just cheap tarnished glitter

I try and walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

A cripple walks in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

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La Tristesse Durera (Scream To A Sigh)

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Life has been unfaithful

And it all promised so so much

I am a relic

I am just a petrified cry

Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir

The applause nails down my silence

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I see liberals

I am just a fashion accessory

People send postcards

And they all hope I'm feeling well

I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy

Where they patronise my misery

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I sold my medal

It paid a bill

It sells at market stalls

Parades Milan catwalks

Oh, the sadness will never go

Will never go away

Baby it's here to stay

La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

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Yourself

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Your ritual everyday

A mild shower soak in aftershave

Best clothes do your best

Look in the mirror go on

Belittle yourself yourself yourself

You go on day after day

Dreaming on a lie

That you keep locked inside

Of yourself

Yourself

Of yourself

Yourself

Can you sleep tonight

Cast aside for some pouting young pup

Sink into a slurred veneer

Alcoholic haze so now

Least you can like yourself yourself

You go on day after day

Reservoirs of guilt

That your fixed grin always hides

And yourself

Yourself

Of yourself

Yourself

And yourself

Yourself

Of yourself

Yourself

You look at ad's all day

Everyone is perfect and you're so lame

Free scent burns your skin

But no smell can really cover sin

Too many teenage holes to fill

You go on day after day

Speak to your despised

Blanking your loved ones

And yourself

Yourself

And yourself

Yourself

And yourself

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Life Becoming A Landslide

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

Life becoming a landslide

Ice freezing nature dead

Life becoming a landslide

I don't wanna be a...

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

Life becoming a landslide

A mile empty inside

Life becoming a landslide

Desire on its knees

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Drug Drug Druggy

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

So much fun to be had in my head

No more sunshine

So much fun just lying in my bed

No more sunshine

I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside

Wanna stay in 666 where this darkness don't lie

Drug drug druggy

Got a feeling sweet like honey

Drug drug druggy

I need sensation like my baby

Show me your scars you're so aware

I'm not barbaric I just care

Drug drug drug

I need a reflection to prove I exist

No more sunshine

I am a victim of designer blitz

No more sunshine

Dance like a robot when you're chained at the knee

The C.I.A. say you're all they'll ever need

Drug drug druggy

Got a feeling sweet like honey

Drug drug druggy

I need sensation like my baby

Snort your lines you're so aware

I'm not barbaric I just care

Drug drug drug

Drug drug druggy

Got a feeling sweet like honey

Drug drug druggy

I need sensation like my baby

Drug drug druggy

A B C D E

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Roses In The Hospital

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Roses in the hospital

Try to pull my fingernails 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 are 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 are 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

Forever ever delayed

(Indepencence is a game)

Forever ever delayed

(Credibility, I'm yawning)

Forever

(Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail)

Forever ever delayed

Forever delayed

Forever

Forever delayed

(The west scratches onto my skin)

Forever delayed

(Contagious like a suntain)

We never felt any sun, any sun

Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail

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Nostalgic Pushead

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

One two three four five six seven eight

I am the raping sunglass gaze

Of sweating man and escort agencies

60's Alienation the anthem of care

Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

They dig the new scene and their parties

Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity

Vicarious thrills re-run their youth

We follow we have no voice the dead

Radio nostalgia is radio death

I wanna cover diamonds on my wife

Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD

Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

So cool the new sound of the decade

Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still

All taste is nothing old pictures blowdried

Rebellion it always sells at a profit

I am a face of fashion in Soho Square

My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier

My cheeks blood red as my favourite port

But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Some god

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Symphony Of Tourette

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Stutter stutter says the little boy

I wanna blow a hole in my head

I swear what this world wants to hear

Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome

Stutter stutter silence no friend

Childern can be cruel she said

So I smashed her in the fucking head

Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette

Stutter stutter nothing else but me

I twitch and turn while underneath

My contemporaries are so in control

Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan

Stutter stutter can't keep it no more

Childern can be cruel she said

So I smashed her in the fucking head

Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette

Stutter stutter are your eyes closed

You know a hole through which you can fall

But I can't even be bothered to hang on

When you're this numb news don't register

I just opened my eyes

Gilles de La Tourette syndrome - A condition of severe and multiple tics,

including vocal tics and involuntary obscene speech (coprolalia). The

patient may also involuntarily repeat or imitate the actions of others. The

condition usually starts in childhood and becomes chronic; the causes are

unknown.

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Gold Against The Soul

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Somebody told me to vote conservative

Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights

Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay

Was I schooled without direction

Gold against the soul

Rock n' roll has a conscience

It supplies convenience

Gold against

Against the soul

Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.

Shareholding a piece of this fucking country

Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort

And dream of new ways to humble the poor

Gold against the soul

White liberal hates slavery

Needs Thai labour to clean his home

Gold erodes

Erodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday

And who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soul

Working class cliches start here

Either cloth caps of smack victims

Gold destroyed

Destroyed the soul

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Song Of Those Who Died In Vain

(Primo Levi [1919 - 1987])

Sit down and bargain

All you like grizzled old foxes

We'll wall you up in a splendid palace

With food, wine, good beds and a good fire

Provided that you discuss, negotiate

For our and your children's lives

May all the wisdom of the universe

Converge to bless your minds

And guide you in the maze

But outside in the cold we will be waiting for you

The army of those who died in vain

We of the Marne, of Montecassino

Treblinka, Dresden and Hiroshima

And with us will be

The leprous and the people with trachoma

The disappeared ones of Buenos Aires

Dead Cambodians and dying Ethiopians

The Prague negotiatiors

The bled dry of Calcutta

The innocents slaughtered in Bologna

Heaven help you if you come out disagreeing

You'll be clutched tight in our embrace

We are invincible because we are the conquered

Invulnerable because already dead

We laugh at your missiles

Sit down and bargain

Until your tongues are dry

If the havoc and the shame continue

We'll drown you in our putrefaction

Primo Levi

14th January 1985

Poem published by Faber & Faber Ltd.

The holy bible

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Yes

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

You can buy her, you can buy her

This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here

Ev'rything's for sale

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions

Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey

And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy

Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long

Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes

Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring

Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say

May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same

These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

Two dollars you rub her tits

Three dollars you rub her ass

Five dollars you can play with her pussy

or you can lick her tits

Choice is yours

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IfwhiteAmericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Next Thursday you're invited to watch Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala

tribute in salute to Ronald Reagan. Host Haley Barbour joins special guest

lady Margaret Thatcher in celebrating the former president's 83 birthday.

Ticket's are 1000 Dollars a plate but you can see the event free on GOP TV.

Images of perfection, suntan and napalm

Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua

Who shall we choose for our morality

I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy

Big mac: smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all

Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline

Your idols speak so much of the abyss

Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface

Cool - groovy - morning - fine

Tipper Gore was a friend of mine

I love a free country

The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy

Conservative say there ain't no black in the union jack

Democrat say there ain't enough white in the stars and stripes

Compton - Harlem - a pimp fucked a priest

The white man has just found a new moral saviour

Vital stats - how white was their skin

Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing

Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day

Real privilege, it will take your problems all away

Number one - the best - no excuse from me

I am here to serve the moral majority

Cool - groovy - morning - fine

Tipper Gore was a friend of mine

I love a free country

The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy

Zapruder the first to masturbate

The world's first taste of crucified grace

And we say there's not enough black in the union jack

And we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes

Fuck the Brady bill

If God made man they say

Sam Colt made him equal

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Of Walking Abortion

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/ Sean Moore)

I knew that someday I was gonna die

And I knew before I died

Two things would happen to me

That number one: I would regret my entire life

And number two: I would want to live my life over again

Life is lead weights, pendulum died

Pure or lost, spectator or crucified

Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole

Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide

Loser - liar - fake or phoney

No one cares, everyone is guilty

Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy

We are all of walking abortions

Shalom shalom we all love our children

We all are of walking abortions

Shalom shalom there are no horizons

Mussolini hangs from a butcher's hook

Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul

Horthy's corpse screened to a million

Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight

Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins

A moral conscience - you've no wounds to show

So wash your car in your 'X' baseball shoes

We are all of walking abortions

Shalom shalom we all love our children

We all are of walking abortions

Shalom shalom there are no horizons

Little people in little houses

Like maggots small blind and worthless

The massacred innocent blood stains us all

Who's responsible - you fucking are

Who's responsible

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She Is Suffering

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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Archives Of Pain

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I wonder who you think you are

You damn well think you're God or something

God give life, God taketh it away, not you

I think you are the Devil itself

If hospitals cure

Then prisons must bring their pain

Don't be ashamed to slaughter

The centre of humanity is cruelty

There is never redemption

Any fool can regret yesterday

Nail it to the House of Lords

You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer

A drained white body hangs from the gallows

Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures

Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims

The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?

Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,

Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,

Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,

Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

Give them respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Execution needed

A bloody vessel for your peace

If man makes death then death makes man

Tear the torso with horses and chains

killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes

Not punish less, rise the pain

Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?

Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,

Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,

Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,

Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

Give them respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Give them the respect they d e s e r v e

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Revol

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Mr. Lenin - awaken the boy

Mr. Stalin - bi-sexual epoch

Kruschev - self love in his mirrors

Brezhnev - married into group sex

Gorbachev - celibate self importance

Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence

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

Lebensraum kulturkampf

Raus raus

Fila fila

Revol revol

Lebensraum kulturkampf

Raus raus

Fila fila

Revol

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4st. 7lbs.

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I eat too much to die

And not enough to stay alive

I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed

Cheeks sunken and despaired

So gorgeous sunk to six stone

Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear

A week later all my flesh disappears

Stretching taut, cling-film on bone

I'm getting better

Karen says I've reached my target weight

Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake

Problem is diet's not a big enough word

I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five

Lift up my skirt my sex is gone

Naked and lovely and 5st. 2

May I bud and never flower

My vision's getting blurred

But I can see my ribs and I feel fine

My hands are trembling stalks

And I can feel my breasts are sinking

Mother trys to choke me with roast beef

And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta

That's the way you're built my father said

But I can change, my cocoon shedding

I want to walk in the snow

And not leave a footprint

I want to walk in the snow

And not soil its purity

Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat

All things I like looking at

Too weak to fuss, too weak to die

Choice is skeletal in everybody's life

I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy

Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires

Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy

And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me

Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore

I long since moved to a higher plateau

This disipline's so rare so please applaud

Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so

Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth

Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse

I've finally come to understand life

Through staring blankly at my navel

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Mausoleum

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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

Your meaning, your meaning

No birds - no birds

The sky is swollen black

No birds - no birds

Holy mass of dead insect

I wanted to rub the human face in it's own vomit... and force it to look in

the mirror

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

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Faster

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I hate purity

Hate goodness

I don't want virtue to exist anywhere

I want everyone corrupt

I am an architect, they call me a butcher

I am a pioneer, they call me primitive

I am purity, they call me perverted

Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn

Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards

Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please

A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer

I spat out Plath and Pinter

I am all the things that you regret

A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry

Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken

He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining

I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind

Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake

If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down

I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer

I spat out Plath and Pinter

I am all the things that you regret

A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything

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This Is Yesterday

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Do not listen to a word I say

Just listen to what I can keep silent

The only way to gain approval

Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me

And I stare at the sky

And it leaves me blind

I close my eyes

And this is yesterday

Someone somewhere soon will take care of you

I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart

Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds

Why do anything when you can forget everything

And I stare at the sky

And it leaves me blind

I close my eyes

And this is yesterday

I stare at the sky

And it leaves me blind

I close my eyes

And this is yesterday

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Die In The Summertime

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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, I wanna die

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 wanna die

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognise dim traces of creation

I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

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The Intense Humming Of Evil

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will

come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead

will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames

bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched

markings. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The

butchers had no pity on them. "They are the victims" judged the butchers.

Today the tear of a child is the judge, the grief of a mother is the

prosecutor.

You were what you were

Clean cut, unbecoming

Recreation for the masses

You always mistook fists for flowers

Welcome welcome soldier smiling

Funeral march for agony's last edge

6 Million screaming souls

Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing

Never counted - never mattered - never be

Arbeit macht frei

Transports of invalids

Hartheim Castle breathes us in

In block 5 we worship malaria

Lagerstrasse, poplar trees

Beauty lost, dignity gone

Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria

Welcome welcome soldier smiling

Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word

6 Million screaming souls

Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing

Never counted - never mattered - never be

Drink it away, every tear is false

Churchill no different

Wished the workers bled to a machine

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P.C.P.

(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Teacher starve your child, P.C. approved

As long as the right words are used

Systemised atrocity ignored

As long as bi-lingual signs on view

Ten foot sign in Oxford Street

Be pure - be vigilant - behave

Grey not neon, grey not real

Life bleeds, death is your birthright

P.C. she speaks impotent, sterile, naive, blind, atheist, sadist,

stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence

PCP - a P.C. police victory

PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory

When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable

Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference

Liposuction for your bad mouth boy

Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold

Words discoloured, bow to the bland

Heal yourself with sinner's salt

Doctors arrested for euthanasia

Kill smokers through blind vanity

If you're fat don't get ill

Europe's gravestone carved in plastic

P.C. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air,

king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets

PCP - a P.C. police victory

PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory

When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable

Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference

P.C. caresses bigots and big brother, read Liviticus, learnt censorship,

pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers

PCP - a P.C. police victory

PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory

When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable

Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference

Lawyers before love, surrogate sex

This land bows down to

Yours, unconditional love and hate

Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac

227 Lears and I can't remember the first line...

Everything must go

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Elvis Impersonator: Blackpool Pier

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

20ft. high on Blackpool promenade

Fake royalty second hand sequin facade

Limited face paint and dyed black quiff

Overweight and out of date

20ft. high on Blackpool promenade

Fake royalty second hand sequin facade

Limited face paint and dyed black quiff

Overweight and out of date

Oh well

American trilogy in Lancashire Pottery

Is so fucking funny, don't you know

All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer

All American trilogy the futures dead, fundamentally

It's so fucking funny, it's absurd

20ft. high on Blackpool promenade.

I wish I was in Dixie

Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand

To live and die in Dixie

(Excerpt taken from the song 'Dixie' by Daniel D. Emmett [1859])

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A Design For Life

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Libraries gave us power

Then work came and made us free

What price now for a shallow piece of dignity

I wish I had a bottle

Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars

To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk

And we are not allowed to spend

As we are told that this is the end

A design for life

I wish I had a bottle

Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars

To show from where I came

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk

And we are not allowed to spend

As we are told that this is the end

A design for life

We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk

And we are not allowed to spend

As we are told that this is the end

A design for life

A design for...

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Kevin Carter

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire; Lyrics: Richey James)

Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize

Tribal scars in Technicolor

Bang bang club AK 47 hour

Kevin Carter

Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize

Vulture stalked white piped lie forever

Wasted your life in black and white

Kevin Carter

The elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head

Machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever

Click click click click click

Click himself under

Kevin Carter

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Enola/Alone

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

The Statue of Liberty looks so solemn on the tv

100% risk of stepping outside

Every second too precious to try

My heart aches for enola

From my birth a rellik a killer

But all I want to do is live

No matter how miserable it is

Please sing to me a song enola/alone

Please take me on home enola/alone

I walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last

I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease

I'll take a picture of you

To remember how good you looked

Like memory it has disappeared

Naked and lonely with my fears

Please sing to me a song enola/alone

Please take me on home enola/alone

Please, please sing to me a song enola/alone

Please take me on home enola/alone

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Everything Must Go

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Shed some skin for the fear within

Is starting to hurt me with everything

Freed from the memory

Escape from our history, history

And I just hope that you can forgive us

But everything must go

And if you need an explanation

Then everything must go

I look to the future it makes me cry

But it seems too real to tell you why

Freed from the century

With nothing but memory, memory

And I just hope that you can forgive us

But everything must go

And if you need an explanation

Then everything must go

Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy

And I just hope that you can forgive us

But everything must go

And if you need an explanation

Then everything must go

And I just hope that you can forgive us

But everything must go

And if you need an explanation, -nation

Then everything must go

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Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire; Lyrics: Richey James)

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 you sensaround

To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Wanna get out 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, elder

Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround

To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick

For the outside,

The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy

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The Girl Who Wanted To Be God

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

There are no sunsets just silence

You could see that she was true and faithless

But see through the future and forget all the lies

Black out the words for the blind have eyes

I am the girl who wanted to be God

There are times when you feel hopeless

Just for once for no-one else we are blameless

The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high

She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied

I am the girl who wanted to be God

Hold me she said love me to death

I am the girl who wanted to be God

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Removables

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire; Lyrics: Richey James)

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 rut 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

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Australia

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill

My cheeks are turning yellow

I think I'll take another pill

Praying for the wave to come now

It must be for the fifteenth time

I've been here for much too long

This is the past that's mine

I want to fly and run till it hurts

Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

I want to fly and run till it hurts

Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

In Australia

Praying for the wave to come now

It must be for the very last time

It's twelve o'clock till midnight

There must be someone to blame

I want to fly and run till it hurts

Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

I want to fly and run till it hurts

Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

In Australia

Australia, in Australia

I want to fly and run till it hurts

Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

In Australia

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Interiors (Song For Willem de Kooning)

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did

Your beautiful triangle of distortion

Now you seem to forget it so much

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did

Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow

Say where you're coming from

Say what you have left us

Are we too tired to try and understand

That nothing is nothing on that we depend

Take my hand together and we will cry

It really makes no difference

To what we see inside to what we see inside

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did

A beautiful landscape of your nation

Another era is not forthcoming

Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did

Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow

Say where you're coming from

Say what you have left us

Are we too tired to try and understand

That nothing is nothing on that we depend

Take my hand together and we will cry

It really makes no difference

To what you see inside

What you see inside

Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow

Say where you're coming from

Say what you have

Are we too tired to try and understand

That nothing is nothing on that we depend

Take my hand together and we will cry

It really makes no difference

To what you see inside to what you see inside

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Further Away

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

The further away I get from you

The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else

The happier I am when I'm with you

The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone

The harder I try to learn something from you

Further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away

Further away feel dazed and misunderstood

Further away

The stiller the oxygen the harder you breathe

The draining away just like an old man's dream

Just like an old man's dream

The simpler the answer the harder it can get

The circular landscape comes back only with regret

Only with regret

The more estranged I feel from my youth further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away

Further away feel dazed and misunderstood

Further away

Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away

Further away feel dazed and misunderstood

Further away

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No Surface All Feeling

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised

Just take a look at the whites of my eyes

See me now and I will apologise

For me for you we knew they were lies

It makes me angry ashamed but really alive

It may have worked but at what price

What's the point in always looking back

When all you see is more and more junk

It was no surface but all feeling

Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming

Maybe richer maybe wiser

Seems so easy to not go too far

Beg me to stop hate my face I know

They tell me forever just to go

Just one thing before I get to sleep

Nothing here but the stains on my teeth

No not blood just liquid from you

I only wish it was the truth

Feel the guilt of a sinner

Feel the cold of a winter

It was no surface but all feeling

Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming

This is my truth, tell me yours

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The Everlasting

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

The gap that grows between our lives

The gap our parents never had

Stop those thoughts control your mind

Replace the things that you despise

Oh you're old I hear you say

It doesn't mean that I don't care

I don't believe in it anymore

Pathetic acts for a worthless cause

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

But now unforgiven the everlasting

Everlasting

The world is full of refugees

They're just like you and just like me

But as people we have a choice

To end the void with all its force

So don't forget or don't pretend

It's all the same now in the end

It was set in a different life

Destroys my days and haunts my nights?

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

But now unforgiving the everlasting

Everlasting

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

In the beginning when we were winning

When our smiles were genuine

Now unforgiving, the everlasting

Everlasting

But now unforgiving, the everlasting

Everlasting

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If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

The future teaches you to be alone

The present to be afraid and cold

So if I can shoot rabbits

Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today

But we'll forget it all again

Monuments put from pen to paper

Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down

Or is it maybe shame

At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today

But I'm a pacifist

I've walked La Ramblas

But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays

With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

And if you tolerate this

Then your children will be next

Will be next

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You Stole The Sun From My Heart

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Drinking - water to stay thin

Or is it to purify

I love you all the same

But there's no - no real truce with my fury

You don't have to believe me

I love you all the same

But you stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from

You have - broken through my armour

And I don't have an answer

I love you all the same

I paint - the things I want to see

But it don't come easy

I love you all the same

But you stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from

Think I'm - I'm lost among the undergrowth

So much so I woke up

I love you all the same

But you stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from my

You stole the sun from my heart

You stole the sun from

I have - I've got to stop smiling

It gives the wrong impression

I love you all the same

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Ready For Drowning

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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

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 of 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

I will bring the whole edifice down on their unworthy heads

So where are we going

We're not ready for drowning

So where are we going

We are not waving we're drowning

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Tsunami

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

For you my dear sister

Holding onto me forever

Disco dancing with the rapists

Your only crime is silence

Can't work at this anymore

Can't move I want to stay at home

Tied up to all these crutches

Never far from your hands

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Can't speak, can't think, won't talk, won't walk

Doctors tells me that I'm cynical

I tell them that it must be chemical

So what am I doing girl

Cry into my drink I disappear

Eyes for teeth grating over me

Bring down the shadows of my mind

Sleep and breathe under our sheets

Inhale the anxiety in - between, in - between, in - between, in - between

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Through September under the weather

In - between, in - between, in - between, in - between

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Tsunami tsunami

Came washing over me

Take the GI's I will have the spies

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My Little Empire

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

My little empire

Has risen and it's set

My little empire

Is as good as it can get

My little empire

Is coming around

My little empire

It don't make a sound

My royalty it does not exist

It is extinct for the eye to see

My ideology it is dead and gone

Almost forgotten for the eye to see

My little empire

I'm sick of being sick

My little empire

I'm tired of being tired

My little empire

I'm bored of being bored

My little empire

I'm happy being sad

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids

All of my voids they are filled with sin

All of my demons they are kept within

And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire

I'm happy being sad

My little empire

I'm fucked with being fucked

My little empire

I'm done with being dumb

My little empire

I'm happy being sad

Happy being sad

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I'm Not Working

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Petryfied for the millionth time

Slowly my soul evaporates

No parachutes no dismal clouds

Just this fucking space

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

Sweating out intelligence

Like I don't know what it is

Clinging to the microwaves

And singing with the soundwaves

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

Delerium on helium

I am my own experience

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

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You're Tender And You're Tired

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

You're so fragile tonight

Been up hurting all night

It's not trivial like they think

Yes you're desperate and you're hurt

Thought about it so many times

Too afraid to open your eyes

To see the sadness that's inside

Just sit back in and stop time

You're tender and you're tired

You can't be bothered to decide

Whether you live or die

Or just forget about your life

But it's too late to be real

No time to be strong enough

Just time to leave it all behind

Memory has become pain

Rebuild the void with flowers

Sad eyed destruction build around sand and sea

Yes you can build your yourself around

Build yourself around me, yourself around me

You're tender and you're tired

You can't be bothered to decide

Whether you live or die

Or just forget about your life

You're tender and you're tired

You can't be bothered to decide

Whether you live or die

Or just forget about your life

You're tender and you're tired

You can't be bothered to decide

Whether you live or die

Or just forget about your life

You're tender and you're tired

You can't be bothered to decide

Whether you live or die

Or just forget about your life

Drift away and die

Never say goodbye

Drift away and die

Never say goodbye

Drift away and die

Never say goodbye

Drift away and die

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Born A Girl

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Do I look good for you tonight

Will you accuse me as I hide

Behind these layers of disguise

And the mirrors of my own happiness

I've loved the freedom of being inside

Need a new start and a different time

Something grows in the space between me

And it's twisting and changing this fragile body

And I wish I had been born a girl

Instead of what I am

Yes I wish I had been born a girl

And not this mess of a man

The censorship of my skin

Is screaming inside and from within

There's no room in this world for a girl like me

No place around there where I fit in

And I wish I had been born a girl

Instead of what I am

Yes I wish I had been born a girl

And not this mess of a man

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Be Natural

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Been natural

For once in my life

Now I'll have to swallow some pride

Know that I should never give advice

But it's too late now to say goodbye

Be natural

Don't want any friends

Be natural

Come on and hit me again

Be natural

I'm repeating myself

Be natural

Is there anything else

Starbright keep me safe - today and tonight

No water tastes like lemonade

Slowly slowly it starts to fade

Be natural

With me tonight

Be natural

Put your fists in my eyes

Be natural

So turn me to stone

Be natural

Just leave me alone

Grown up or backwards born

Into eternity and blackholes

Floating around up here on my own

Screaming at me forever unknown

Been natural

Been natural - is there anyone else

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Black Dog On My Shoulder

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

There's a black dog on my shoulder again

Licking my neck and saying she's my friend

Solitude the one thing that I really miss

Guess my life is a compromise

There's a black dog on my shoulder again

I'm playing with it but it's gone to my head

Like Carlito's way there are no exit signs

Freeze me there until I am numb

My mouth is so dry

My eyes are shut tight

There's a black dog a coming tonight

Black dog's a coming tonight

My dilemma but not my choice

Winston Churchill can you hear my voice

Melodrama there in my kitchen sink

Double vision the way it is

Am I coming home to you again

Or am I stupid just by design

Does it matter if you really ever know

This black dog is out of control

My mouth is so dry

My eyes are shut tight

There's a black dog a coming tonight

Black dog's a coming tonight

Am I coming home to you again

Or am I stupid just by design

Does it matter if you really ever know

This black dog is out of control

My mouth is so dry

My eyes are shut tight

There's a black dog a coming tonight

Black dog's a coming tonight

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Nobody Loved You

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

What's your story baby

No control of what I am saying

Winter leaves still make me believe

No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree

Never had the chance to take you home

Now there's no reason just another tomorrow

You keep giving me your free airmiles

What would I give just for one of your smiles

Just for one of your smiles

Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone

Nobody loved you - no no

Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone

Nobody loved you - no no

Let me turn down all these lights

And sit with me then you can hold me tight

Give me some more of your carrier bags

And let me dream of a new autumn light

Tell me your story baby

What's your poison and what is your honey

You've stopped me hurting but so much disorder

Winter flowers did you ever forgive her

Did you ever forgive her

Nobody loved you - nobody made you feel so alone

Nobody loved you - no no

Cherry blossom tree - but at least you are free

Nobody loved you - like me

It's unreal now you're gone - but at least you belong

Nobody loved you - no - no

What's your story baby

No control of what I am saying

Winter leaves still make me believe

No vendettas, just a cherry blossom tree

Just a cherry blossom tree

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S.Y.M.M.

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

The subtext of this song

I've thought about it for so long

But it's really not the sort of thing

That people want to hear us sing

The context of this song

Well I could go on and on

But it's still unfashionable

To believe in principles

South South Yorkshire - mass murderer

How can you sleep at night, sleep at night

South South Yorkshire - mass murderer

How can you sleep at night, sleep at night

The reason for this song

Well maybe it's a pointless one

But thank you Jimmy McGovern

For reminding me of what lives on

The ending for this song

Well I haven't really thought of one

There's nothing I could ever say

That could really take the pain away

South South Yorkshire - mass murderer

How can you sleep at night, sleep at night

South South Yorkshire - mass murderer

How can you sleep at night, sleep at night

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A Vision Of Dead Desire (B-sida på "You love us")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Primary prole MP judge general policeman

Figureheads sucked in as just another token

To sell your culture and tolerate another

Annihilation in the persuit of self-love corruption

Vision of dead desire - tune in reception control

Vision of dead desire - underclass coma zone

Don't pacify your life to suit dead law convention

White trash held up as just more gold chain icons

State fed lies charm empty eyes

Happy thoughts a unity death smile of acceptance

Vision of dead desire - mainline on a death fix

Vision of dead desire - bleed the thought of throwing bricks

Europe land, realise your thoughts

Kill all ruling class laws

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Ain't Goin' Down (B-sida på "Slash'n'burn")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Praying that you'll fall down soon (fall soon)

And your guiltless sex will break in two (break in two)

We brought you sensitivity and you never knew

No, we ain't going down

I get down to nothing and jumbled up again (up again)

Praying your injection is just too good to end (good to end)

When the summer's gone you know it's dead

No, we ain't going down

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Are Mothers Saints (B-sida på "Life's becoming a landslide")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

If piss is yellow then life must be grey

How come they smile when we throw it away

And if it is a colour then it must be sin

And you want to apologise but keep it in

Why worship a god when a mother is a saint

Why worship stone

They give life and take it back

Spit you out but understand

And when their arms are dead how do they sigh

As gentle as the winter that fades by

And some kind of angel appears in her eyes

Or is it just the devil screaming inside

Why give into useless devotion

Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and God

They give life and take it back

Spit you out but understand

Stay silent when you want to shout

Give, give when we piss it away

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Black Garden (B-sida på "Everything must go")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Glory glory, hallelujah

Our truth comes marching on

Swing, swing

There's a little part of me

There's a little part of you

Remember the feeling

Of a frozen embryo

There's a bigger part of me

There's a bigger part of you

Remember the place where

You don't want to go

Welcome into your own black garden

It's full of life but it's still too frightening

Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds

All this whiteness blinds

Watch the swallows cloud the sky

Watch the swallows slowly die

I used to throw stones

But now I have none

Watch the swallows cloud the sky

Watch the swallows slowly die

I used to throw stones

But now I have none

Waiting to be bread in the black garden

Waiting to be muted and then chosen

White trash you're a swinger

Ugly to the end

Swing, swing

(Excerpt taken from the song 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic')

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Black Holes For The Young (B-sida på "The everlasting")

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Lots of sun for you young boy

Lots of sun for you today

Subsidise the opera forget coal

Sit around in the London smog

Cappuccino's amongst the fumes

Breathe it in and down the gym

Yes I'm on a witch hunt now

And paracetemol my only drug

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't feel it when it's gone

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't know when it's gone

When it's gone

No sun for you young boy

It will hurt your lily-white skin

Don't think it will hurt your mind

We'll be the ones who give you soul

Close enough to fill those holes

This tenderness slipping through my fingers

Sandy sandy feet - ice cream to sleep

No more feeling that you can feel

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't feel it when it's gone

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't know when it's gone

When it's gone

Gone

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't feel it when it's gone

You've got some black holes for the young

You won't know when it's gone

When it's gone

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Bored Out Of My Mind (B-sida på "Motorcycle emptiness")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

I'm... I'm feeling too awake

I'm... I'm tired of what I see

Everybody's dreaming running for the scream

The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake

All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy

Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry

All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy

I'm bored out of my mind I'm too stoned lazy to see

The sun... the sun is leaving me

I can't see it anymore

I tried everything to get along with you

The night's too lonesome when the heat doesn't care

All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy

Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry

All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy

I'm bored out of my mind I'm too stoned lazy to see

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Comfort Comes (B-sida på "Life's becoming a landslide")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Need someone to nurse me

Reach out for the first person I see

Comfort the helpless sole vanity

Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort

Is that comfort's more reliable and true

Brutal and mocking but always there

A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me

Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody

Comfort comes and me till the mourning

Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort

Is that comfort's more reliable and true

Brutal and mocking but always there

A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Is that comfort's more reliable and true

Brutal and mocking but always there

A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Forgetting how I hate self pity blonde

Comfort comes and smoothes her over

Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress

Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets

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Dead Passive (B-sida på "Design for life")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

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 nothing 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

A hopeless fucking mess

We're so passive

Do our bit for charity

From Bosnia to London

We do it all for free

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Dead Trees and Traffic Islands (B-sida på "Design for life")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Paralysis through analysis

Yellow moral unclean decay

Silence begins to hurt me now

The sunshine it fades away

Syllables have now disappeared

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

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

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Dead Yankee Drawl (B-sida på "Little baby nothing")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Bill and Ted and Waynes World drawl

Just another dull fucking bore

Vietnams cool now and even Superman's believed

Hussein 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 a forest 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 your beat

Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar

Smothering injustice seen through starving eyes

Burning down a forest just to earn a buck

Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got your beat

Dead Yankee Drawl hey we love Oscar

Smothering injustice seen through Red Indian eyes

Sideway's walk of some 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 to Indiana Youth Centre quickly

Tysons money ain't as free as Junior Kennedys

Yankee

Dead Yankee

Dead Yankee Drawl

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Democracy Coma (B-sida på "Love's sweet exile" samt med på USA-utgåvan av "GT")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

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

In Walkman sounds hear Sony control

...and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall...

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Donkeys (B-sida på "Roses in the hospital")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

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

Donkey's 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

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First Republic (B-sida på "Kevin Carter")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

You are so alone

In Kensington Palace

We should be content

In these damp terraces

Thank you for this view

From our council estates

I hope you have really

Guillotined your own head

I crown myself, myself a king

And declare a first republic

We wanna play yes we wanna play

In the burnt out palace ruins

You once gave us war

Racism and slavery

Cut out all our tongues

And fucked our industry

Now you've revealed something

You're human after all this

But let's clap our hands

And fuck our dear princess

I crown myself, myself a king

And declare a first republic

We wanna play yes we wanna play

In the burnt out palace ruins

I crown myself, myself a king

And declare a first republic

We wanna play yes we wanna play

In the burnt out palace ruins

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Hanging On (B-sida på "Everything must go")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

Hold me down

I don't ever want to see the day

When my time will come

Is it ever gonna end

I'm not here

Wish the last of the year

Where do we go now

Another blackout

Hanging on to nothing

I'm not real

But I'd like to have a chance to feel

Before we reach the time

Decide what now is right

I'm not here

Wish the last of the year

Where do we go now

Another blackout

Hanging on to nothing

And nothing and nothing is nothing

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Hibernation (B-sida på "From despair to where?")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

I got married 'cos you should

We both knew we should

You do at our age

This stage of our career

Things get tight

A ring helps get a mortgage

To move out of daddy's home

Get a bigger car

Easy access to the city

I can read the papers in peace

And laugh at the homeless

I know my friends criticize

But we get by OK

So what if there's no emotion

We can wake up anywhere

There's never a row

No time for a kiss

When you've got schedules to meet

Trivialities seem so cheap

This is above love

This is more than real

This is all there is

This is as good as it gets -

Intense morality parades

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Love Torn Us Under (B-sida på "She is suffering")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Heaven's weariness as you're climbing the walls

Asleep, I daydreamt I'd could change it all

Running for something too painful to face

Epitaph's torn into barefoot soled feet

Extasy's call in decay into night

Underneath hope she loves sanity (...?)

Wasting my time on the shackles of her love

A not complete love's torn us under

Love is dragging me under

Betray my other self

The lost hours are over

A gentlemen left me, I cataracts past life

Searching for something I'm unable to find

Too weak, too envious, sorrow's daily ride

I found too much grief in that I just turned ice

Memory can not choose where it wants to be

Love, sex, pity as mangles sheets

A tenderness declines in the mind

A not complete love's torn us under

Love is dragging me under

Betray my other self

The lost hours are over

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Montana/Autumn/78 (B-sida på "If you tolerate this.....")

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Luddite lover

Forgiving father

Unhappy forever

Live it to where you can

Those skies must drive you wild

This 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

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

Montana

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Motown Junk (MSP:s tredje singel)

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Never ever wanted to be with you

The only thing you gave me was the boredom I suffocated in ooh

Adrift in cheap dreams don't stop the rain

Numbed out in piss towns just wanna dig their graves 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 your slut heroes offer is a fear of the future ooh

Past made useless 'cos I'm dying now

Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds our wrists 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

We live in urban hell, we destroy rock and roll

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Mr. Carbohydrate (B-sida på "Design for life")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

They call me Mr. Carbohydrate

It's the only thing I can digest

Xenophobia or general disinterest

I must catch up with all this stuff

They call me a boring fuck head

Say I might as well work in a bank

I tell them I wish I was

They tell me that I'm sick in the head

They say that I'm sick in my head

They call me Mr. Carbohydrate

They call me Mr. Inadequate

They call me Mr. Paranoia

They call me Mr. Hypochondria

Have you heard of Matthew Maynard?

He's my favourite cricketer

I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar

Than play with my guitar

People tell me that I should get out more

But the TV is my best friend

Cynisism is the only thing that keeps me sane

The only thing that keeps me sane

They call me Mr. Carbohydrate

They call me Mr. Inadequate

They call me Mr. Paranoia

They call me Mr. Hypochondria

Sometimes I just stay in bed and think about the day

When I can retire, forgetting everything

I'll forget everything

Forget everything

Forever but not today

When I cannot, cannot say

No more yesterdays

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Never Want Again (B-sida på "Little baby nothing")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

I'm feeling sick with alcohol

I'm feeling numb with stupid pain

I smell death all around our name

I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin

Everywhere... everywhere is on its knees

I'm too scared and I'm too afraid... too afraid

We'll go down, we'll go down together

and meet a few of you in hell

Burn on by our side

Burn on by our side and never want again

I get told I should be happy

I got no rights on how I feel

I lost my language easily

I saw the rain bleaching my way

My gut gets sick of all its lies

Thrown all hope way outside - way outside

We'll go down, we'll go down together

and meet a few of you in hell

Burn on by our side

Burn on by our side and never want again

We'll go down, we'll go down together

and meet a few of you in hell

Burn on by our side

Burn on by our side and never want again

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New Art Riot (MSP:s andra singel samt b-sida på "Faster")

(Nicky Wire/Richey James/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Vintage aroma's and vintage ideals

Old men greying to a dying countrys needs

Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours

Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters

Museums are dead take a new art stance

Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

Hospital closure kill more than car bombs ever will

But it saves money because people are expendable

You cold shoulder insurgents yet love arms dealers

Everybody's taking drugs because it makes governing easier

Museums are dead take a new art stance

Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

Sell out the past and learn to obey

You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail

Revolution soon dies sold out for a pay rise

China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse

Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use

Wipe out aristocracy now kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

England makes judgements of old school propaganda

The only threat to heads is silenced by dumb pleasure

Museums are dead take a new art stance

Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

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Strip It Down (New art riot EP)

(Nicky Wire/Richey James/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Ain't no fun at the government hall

Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles

Paranoia at the heels of too much greed

Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion

Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal

I don't wanna dance for people to watch

Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide

And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit

Hate is art and we steal cars

Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things

But I ain't ever on the way up

My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate

The pure ideals that turn to hate

Strip it down

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Last Exit On Yesterday (New art riot EP)

(Nicky Wire/Richey James/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Dance to the Valentine, anthems that kill

Valium veins and eyes that sink

Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip

Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe

I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun

But rain keeps pouring on and on

Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails

As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe

I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Baby can't have her little bit of love

Cos it's wrapped up inside her lovers gut

Lazy fat executive seller

Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face

Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost

Laugh at the T.V. empty cell of life

Mundane exile it's not of your choice

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Teenage 20/20 (New art riot EP)

(Nicky Wire/Richey James/James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth

And take a spray can to my useless vote

I don't like your city Dresden dance

I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

Speeding so lonely into wall after wall

teenage 20/20 beat the in-call

Sick to the stomach of our fingertip scrawl

All your rebellion corporation owned

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

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No-one Knows What It's Like To Be Me (B-sida på "Everything must go")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

To all the people who've hurt me

To all the life that has left me

To all the longing that lost me

To all the future that scares me

To all the words that have drained me

To all the questions that bored me

To all the people that believed me

To all the money that blinded me

No-one knows what it's like to be me

To all the skies that have reached for me

To all the oceans that drowned me

To all the rain that has soothed me

To all the sun that depressed me

To all the people who lived in fear

To all the life that is held so dear

To all the empty souls who still despair

I know it's the same for everyone

No-one knows what it's like to be me

Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief

No-one knows what it's like to be me

Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief

No-one knows what it's like to be me

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Patrick Bateman (B-sida på "La tristesse durera")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Oh, say, can you see,

by the dawn's early light,

what so proudly we hailed,

at the twilight's last gleaming?

He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine

Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son

Less than zero a grotesque nightmare

Subtlely disturbing like normal behaviour

I understand nothing and I cannot speak

I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased

No sweetheart and I am too confused

I only love my watch and my snakeskin shoes

I feel so small in the supermarket queue

People seem to laugh at my choice of food

My personality is held together with Sellotape

A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate

I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff

Ugliness inside much harder to cover up

I lack the thought to care about politics

Just do what I like ain't that democratic

Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD 5

A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine

Didn't even know when or why I should stop

I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs

I guess all psychos are made out of money

I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me

I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill

Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill

Patrick Bateman

We are babies crippled in Christ

Patrick Bateman

Therefore I must be God

I must, I must be God

I touched your lips but now I just paint

Surface reflection all I desired babe

I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone

I am a crime everybody has at home

Papers hate me but they need my behaviour

The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia

Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores

Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws

Art critics say porno's easily obscene

Late show retards Dice Clay is true poetry

They've never tried living underneath the water

That's real end of the century nausea

Patrick Bateman

We are babies crippled in Christ

Patrick Bateman

Therefore I must be God

I must, I must be God

Patrick Bateman

We are babies crippled in Christ

Patrick Bateman

I fucked God up the ass

Patrick Bateman

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America

and to the republic for which it stands.

One nation, under God, indivisible

with liberty and justice for all.

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Prologue To History (B-sida på "If you tolerate this....")

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Were we the Kinnock factor

Am I talking private sector

Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder

Or my former friend whose now undercover

He's gone and I'm no deserter

Perhaps I'm hard all the same

Today a poet who can't play guitar

Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf

Next year the world's greatest politician

Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be

A prologue to history

A prologue to histor...

So I water my plants with Evian

A brand new Dyson that is decadent

Read my papers and the business section

Checkout the tessas and the pensions

Call my friends and they're alright

So I pray for the safety of the night

Today a poet who can't play guitar

Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf

Next year the world's greatest politician

Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be

A prologue to history

A prologue to histor...

Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands

No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land

I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice

But if you look at me you better look twice

I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks

An empty vessel who can't make contact

Today a poet who can't play guitar

Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half

Next year the world's greatest politician

Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be

A prologue to history

A prologue

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R.P. McMurphy (B-sida på "Stay beautiful")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Three, four

Straight jacket your own beauty

Because it is 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 cure

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 na na na na na na

No more pills and no more drugs

Na na na na na na na na

No more pills and no more drugs oh

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 na na na na na na

No more pills and no more drugs

Na na na na na na na na

No more pills and no more drugs oh

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Sculpture Of Man (B-sida på "Faster")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

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

Jesus descends, Dachau his father

Flanders is a corpse under flowers

There's more art in a burger king

than the British museum today

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

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Sepia (B-sida på "Kevin Carter")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire)

A flamed adolescence

Steeped in the history of you

Stopped in the summer with you

Experience is lost on me

I am melancholia eternally

But I still smile so stupidly

For the 1st time ever

I don't understand my television

And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in

I've spoken so much rubbish

Done it 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 remembered

Unwritten diaries

That can never breathe, never breathe

And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in

And just like the moment

In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film

But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in

I keep it all in

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Socialist Serenade (Extralåt på Japanutgåvan av "This is my truth...")

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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 away too far

All this time such a debt to the city

I don't know who is the real enemy

This is a socialist serenade

Yes I have money but 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 believe 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 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 hate champagne

This is a socialist serenade

I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name a new

Forget the fucking Labour

Robin Cooks' gone wild

He's licking too much pussy

John Prescott's still cool

Must be cos he's Welsh

We're not talking buckets of water here

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Sorrow 16 (B-sida på "Motown Junk" och "Slash'n'burn")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Cut your hair in front of businessmen

Kill yourself and censor health

Destroy words and ignore their truth

Wanna die and have never worked

I feel like falling, I feel like falling

I can't feel no need to care

Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air

Wearing hate like you wear money

Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, huh

I feel like falling, I feel like falling

Oh the road is beautiful

You live stoned on obedience

Your vanity kills people

Paint your ego in blood

Oh the road is beautiful

The wall is a reason for you to believe

There's too many numbers for us to sleep

The wall is a reason for you to believe

Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers...

Oh the road is beautiful

You live stoned on obedience

Your vanity kills people

Paint your ego in blood

Oh the road is b e a u t i f u l

B e a u t i f u l

Beautiful

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Soul Contamination (B-sida på "Stay beautiful")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession

Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone

The empty statement of artschool dissension

Institutionalised expression of mass control

And if when America flings in whole

Your pile of misery where centuries be

And he does win a holiday after a poll

One per cent interest stand up with glee

Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance

Making weak minds think this is what they want

Power facts are brutally sold to worn darkened skin

Arise the new scum arise to the sound of a drum

With your desk degrees in civil engineering

They're drawing up plans for a future for themselves

And sweet daddy buys up a university

On a mission tied next to suits

Soul contamination - die because you crossed by fire

Soul contamination - poverty expressed in your heart

Soul contamination - arise, surrender, burn

Soul contamination - do you rise up

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Starlover (B-sida på "You love us" samt "From despair to where?")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Paint your lips, things fall apart

Flowers of hate caress my skin now

Spend my time sucked up inside

Mutilation kick off all you believe in

Starlover - you're just a souvenir

Starlover - you're just another prayer

Starlover oh you touch me so

Feels like faces without kisses

Sterile wants spin in my head

I don't need culture, I spit it out

Twist and fall, wounds don't choke

I piss on records, wanna see you dead

Starlover - you're just a souvenir

Starlover - you're just another prayer

Starlover oh you touch me so

A body voice born under torture

Leper cult disciples of a still born Christ

I worship stone so lance my eyes

Miles apart from anyone

Soma airwaves of killing oxygene

We queue consuming anything

Hate all songs, aesthetic slavery

Starlover - you're just a souvenir

Starlover - you're just another prayer

Starlover oh you touch me so

Feels like faces without kisses

Starlover

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Suicide Alley (Version 1) (B-sida på "Little baby nothing" samt MSP:s första singel)

(Preachers)

I'm going down to suicide alley

'Cos the air that I breathe tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley

'Cos it seems as if, as if it's the only place for me

And I'm going down to suicide alley

Where you can't get at me

And I'm going down to suicide alley

Where I can be what I want to be

I'm going down to suicide alley

'Cos the air that I breathe tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley

'Cos it seems as if, as if it's the only place for me

And I'm going down to suicide alley

Where you can't get at me

And I'm going down to suicide alley

Where I can be what I want to be

You won't eat away at my mind with your ideas of decency

I'll be in suicide alley being who and what I want to be

You won't eat away at my mind with your ideas of decency

I'll be in suicide alley being who and what I want to be

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Tennessee I Get Low (B-sida på "Suicide alley")

(Preachers)

one two

one two three four

They'd never beat that deeper in

'Cos I want her and she wants him

Tennessee nights just zip-code love

Take those pills and now she'll dream on

Tennessee's eyes orange once blue

Tennessee's gone and I get low

Wet through the desert soaked to the skin

Gasoline I wear loose lines I kick

Tennessee nights just zip-code love

Take those pills and now she'll dream on

Tennessee's eyes orange once blue

Tennessee's gone and I get low

And my heart's fucking gutted

And my money's on ice

And my money is running out

They never dig that deeper in

'Cos I want her and she wants him

(I never forget you)

Wet through the desert soaked to the skin

(I never forget you)

Gasoline I wear, loose lines I kick

(I never forget you)

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Theme From M.A.S.H. (Suicide Is Painless)

(Mark Altman/Johnny Mandel)

Through early morning fog I see

Visions of the things to be

The pains that are withheld for me

I realise and I can see

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

I can take or leave it if I please

That game of life is hard to play

I'm gonna lose it anyway

The losing card of some delay

So this is all I have to say

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skin

It doesn't hurt when it begins

But as it works its way on in

The pain grows stronger, watch it burn

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me

To answer questions that are key

Is it to be or not to be

And I replied oh why ask me

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I...

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

I can take or leave it if I please

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And you can do the same thing if you please

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Too Cold Here* (B-sida på "Revol")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly

You soon wish you couldn't see at all

Tortured in the mind, sex, voices alone

Futile gestures, emotionless groans

Everyone ask what's wrong but what's right

An acute lie makes everything uptight

To kill your dream before it's considered

To live in silence, airless closet, no vision

It's easier to make love to a stranger

Than to ask a friend to call

Suspicion knows nothing

And is known for not much at all

Too cold here

Turn yourself bleeding inside

Always look for walls

To lean beside

Too cold here

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes

Always look for shade

To cover your eyes

Self-pity yourself is so shallow, I'm so

Sick in the mind and body, heart cold as stone

Whiskey mac aroma, my peace of mind

Hello Mr. Samsung, you can't clean my soul

Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding

Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless

Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms

Cannot give anything, I never could

Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes

The mind is the smallest prison of all

Offering there upon offering

As a ball with a touch feels through it's fall

Through it's fall

Too cold here

Turn yourself bleeding inside

Always look for walls

To lean beside

Too cold here

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes

Always look for shade

To cover your eyes

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UK Channel Boredom (?)

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

I'd say it's disgusting the way this government is treating people who can't

....fully live in this English country of ours

I think it's absolutely disgusting the way we feed/treat people in this

country

Primary prole MP judge general policeman

Figureheads sucked in as just another token

To sell your culture and tolerate another

Annihilation in the persuit of self-love corruption

UK channel boredom - tune in reception control

UK channel boredom - underclass coma zone

Don't pacify your life to suit dead law convention

White trash held up as just more gold chain icons

State fed lies charm empty eyes

Happy thought a unity death smile of acceptance

UK channel boredom - mainline on a death fix

UK channel boredom - bleed the thought of throwing bricks

Europa kid, realise your thoughts

Kill all ruling class laws

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Us Against You (B-sida på "Roses in the hospital")

(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James)

From journalist to video to Channel 4 T.V.

My life is fulfilled so adequately

I love my dealer and I travel the world

From freelance to new dance

And I expect on the world I am

From Cantonese food to fashionable friends

The list of invites never seems to end

So bomb London and its M.P.'s

John Major Virginia Bottomley

So bomb London its music and its culture

Acid wit beauty and charm

It doesn't take much to twist my arm

Free trip free drink it all goes down so so well

Maybe a Sunday supplement will turn up soon

A documentary on censorship sounds real cool

It's easy to see that I went to public school

So bomb London and its M.P.'s.

John Major Virginia Bottomley

Bomb London its music and its culture

So bomb London and its M.P.'s

John Major Virginia Bottomley

So bomb London its music and its culture

So bomb London and its magazines

Time-out Face and ID

Bomb London its music and its culture

You ain't ever been a racist

But Tyson was guilty man

He was guilty

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Valley Boy (?)

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Here I am in Amsterdam

I like it here they speak my language

Even though it's not my own

It's got BBC for comfort zone

But best of all it's got Marks & Spencer

Equality for the masses never felt better

And some of my dreams

They may have come true

But so have my nightmares

Which I can't get through

And now I've lost the power to speak

And now I've lost the power to eat

Idle and out of touch in Europe

Nothing's gone and nothing's changed

All that was before will still remain

It's to late to learn a new currency

And some of my dreams

They may have come true

But so have my nightmares

Which I can't get through

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We Her Majesty's Prisoners (B-sida på "Motown junk" samt "You love us")

Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud

Treason is ambition I want dead procession

All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise

Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost

England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide

So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir

Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion

No matter what we own we can't buy freedom

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail

Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves

This needle of religions gonna rust my skin

Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin

Faces pressed onto gates of anniversary torture

Without these fake images we'd never bow down

Don't need this history but we still accept

Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

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This Girl's Got Nothing (Demo)

This girl's got nothing and she wears her heart on her wrist

She swears by her attitude and the smile she never gives

But she's got me

Oh, she's got me

This girl's got nothing

But she's got me

This girl's got nothing and she wears her heart on her wrist

She swears by her attitude and the smile she never gives

This girl's got nothing

But she's got me

This girl's got nothing and she wears her heart on her wrist

She swears by her attitude and the smile she never gives

This girl's got nothing

Let's get this straight girl, you love me

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Behave Yourself Baby (Demo)

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Bah bah

Behave yourself baby and I will be back

Behave yourself baby and I will be back now

Baby love, you're not the only thing I'm dreaming of

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Bah bah

Baby love, you're not the only thing I'm drinking for

All I want from you is the skin you live within

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Bah bah

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Razorblade Beat 3.05 (Demo)

Sweet razorblade start your beat

Cut through the mire and skid through the grass and make it deep

Sweet razorblade start your beat

Cut through the mire and skid through the grass and make it deep

Sweet razorblade

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Faceless Sense Of Void (Demo/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

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

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

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Believe it

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Raindown alienation

Leave this country

Believe it

I can't breathe

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Generation Terrorists (demo)

Find your faith in your cocaine

All broken up at seventeen

Jam your brain with broken heroes

Love your masks and adore your chains

Babes on the run with poisoned lips

Wrap your arms round this everlasting kiss

Deny your culture of consumption

This is a culture of destruction

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just fuck off

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just fuck off

Clinging to your own sense of waste

All we love is lonely wreckage

Your school your dole and your chequebook dreams

Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes

Now you say you know how we feel

But don't fall in love cos we hate you still

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just fuck off

Don't wanna see your face

Don't wanna hear your words

Why don't you just fuck off

Destroyed by madness, oh yeah

Anxiety is freedom

We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint

D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic

TILLBAKA