Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky Manic Street Preachers

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[Verse 1]
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

[Chorus]
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

[Verse 2]
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder
Environment not yours you see through it all

[Chorus]
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky