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
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
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
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 teeth's got rabies I'm gonna
(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
Between the billboard masturbation Across highways of metallic isolation There lies the deafenin' screamin' Of the millions wipin' out the diseased pages
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Economic forecast soothe our dereliction Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick
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
So mighty, so hegemonic, so hating, so desecrating So there, so nowhere, so hurting We fall between indifference rejection And the whole fucking wall,
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
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
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
I am nothing and should be everything You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity Intentional destruction germ Eats your thoughts and makes you happy
Your dream can never earn enough Ultimate nihilistic love Tennessee nights just zip-code love Always believe the comfort of strangers Tennessee eyes,
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