Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against The Soul
Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against The Soul слова песни
Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean mooreSomebody told me to vote conservativeTragedy is not known under this dimmest of lightsEverybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismayWas I schooled without directionGold against the soulRocknroll has a conscienceIt supplies convenienceGold againstAgainst the soulAgainst the soulClose the pits sanctify roy lynk an o.b.e.Shareholding a piece of this fucking countryFossilize-make yorkshire into a tourist resortAnd dream of new ways to humble the poorGold against the soulWhite liberal hates slaveryNeeds thai labour to clean his homeGold erodesErodes the soulErodes the soulA 1000 marlboro deaths ignored everydayAnd who gives a shit about sexualityGold against the soulWorking class cliches start hereEither cloth caps or smack victimsGold destroyedDestroyed the soulDestroyed the soul