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