Last Exit On Yesterday
(Manic Street Preachers)
Dance to the Valentine anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin
Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease
Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impales
As backs break thorns dig deeper in
Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease
Baby can't have her little bit of love
Cos it's wrapped up inside her lover's gun
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover
So dull and tired of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you know you've lost
Laugh at the TV, empty cell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your choice
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