Yes (Live) Manic Street Preachers
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For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions
All virgins listen, all virgins are liars, honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say "thank you"
Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
If you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say "thank you"
Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma, even for a 50
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
All virgins listen, all virgins are liars, honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say "thank you"
Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 anyone can conceive a god on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
If you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say "thank you"
Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma, even for a 50
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
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