Archive for the 'Manic Street Preachers - Lipstick Traces lyrics' Category
Дек
29
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I’m Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend whose now undercover
He’s gone and I’m no deserter
Perhaps I’m hard all the same
Дек
19
So afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it
But don’t reach too high
Bewildered by them
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
Июль
8
Instrumental
Июнь
25
Trapped in this eternity
Stranded helpless, endlessly
Alone, the lost vigilantes
Июнь
16
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it’s not my own
It’s got BBC for comfort zone
And best of all, it’s got Marks & Spencers
Equality for the masses never felt better
Июнь
1
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant
World War Three, a Sega dreamland
I’d take a whore to the funeral
Under curfew from neon barbed wire.
Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead.
Free heroin shots for those who never beg.
Май
3
What’s the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege?
Май
3
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary
