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Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - Yes

Manic Street Preachers - Yes слова песни




For sale? dumb cunts same dumb questionsVirgin? listen, all virgins are liars honeyAnd I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoyDulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it toAnd in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anythingFor $200 anyone can conceive a God on videoHes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cockTie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you wantI eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank youPuking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladiesCant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain outI t them, 24:7, all year longPurgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yesFunny place for the social, for the insects to start caringJust an ambulance at the bottom of a cliffIn these plagued streets of pity you can buy anythingFor $200 anyone can conceive a God on videoHes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cockTie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you wantI eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank youPuking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladiesCant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain outPower produces desire, the weak have noneTheres no lust in this coma even for a fiftySolitude, solitude, the 11th commandmentThe only certain thing that is left about meTheres no part of my body that has not been usedPity or pain, to show displeasures shameEveryone Ive loved or hated always seems to leaveAnd in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anythingFor $200 anyone can conceive a God on videoHes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cockTie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want, if you wantPower produces desire, the weak have noneTheres no lust in this coma even for a fiftySolitude, solitude, the 11th commandmentDont hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they sayMay as well be heaven this hell, smells the sameThese sunless afternoons I cant find myself.

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