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Текст песни MANIC STREET PREACHERS - Patrick Bateman

MANIC STREET PREACHERS - Patrick Bateman слова песни



Текст песни MANIC STREET PREACHERS - Patrick Bateman




Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mineTravis, Rinehart rolled into one cute sonLess than zero, a grotesque nightmareSubtly disturbing like normal behaviorI understand nothing and I cannot speak( )I walk in the park but the trees are diseasedNo sweetheart and I am too confusedI only love my watch and my snakeskin shoesI feel so small in the supermarket queuePeople seem to laugh at my choice of foodMy personality is held together with cellotapeA loose fit just like a numb junkies hateI pretty my face with all this cream and stuffUgliness inside much harder to cover upI lack the thought to care about politicsJust do what I like, ain't that democratic?Genesis, Huey Lewis, filofax, CD fiveA backdrop to discuss over expensive wineDidn't even know when or why I should stopI feel so stupid like a joke that belongsI guess all pyschos are made out of moneyI cannot be saved as liberals keep telling meI don't want to be understood, I just wanna killOut of blandness, I am your everyday thrillPatrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in ChristPatrick Bateman, therefore I must be God, I must, I must be GodI touch your lips but now I just paintSurface reflection all I desire babeI am melancholy flower cutting through stoneI'm a crime everybody has at homePapers hate me but they need my behaviorDignity amongst Hollywood triviaEscape is so cheap of alcohol and whoresMine's the sanity of exclusive gun lawsArt critics say porno's easily obsceneLate show retards, Dice Clay's true poetryThey've never tried living underneath the waterThat's real end of the century nauseaPatrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in ChristPatrick Bateman, therefore I must be God, I must, I must be GodPatrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in ChristPatrick Bateman, I fucked God up the assI fucked God up the assPatrick Bateman, Patrick Bateman




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