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MANIC STREET PREACHERS >> Merchandise Links
MANIC STREET PREACHERS
(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 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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