By Manic Street Preach, I'm, I'm feeling too awake, I'm, I'm tired of what
By Manic Street Preach, I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake
By Manic Street Preach, Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person
By Manic Street Preach, Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Silence begins to help me
By Manic Street Preach, Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose
By Manic Street Preach, Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A
By Manic Street Preach, I see your sister in her Sunday dress
She's out to
By Manic Street Preach, They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can
By Manic Street Preach, Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I
By Manic Street Preach, Just let me hear some of that rock and roll
By Manic Street Preach, War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment sold like a
By Manic Street Preach, A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you
Stopping the
By Manic Street Preach, Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor
By Manic Street Preach, (Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)Obedience to
By Manic Street Preach, (David Lowery/Victor Krummenacher/Chris Nolla/Jonathan Segel/Greg Lisher)Every day, I get up
By Manic Street Preach, Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak
By Manic Street Preach, Written by: gillespie/beattie
Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins
Been
By Manic Street Preach, There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets
I made my
By Manic Street Preach, I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They