Yes (Live From Manchester Apollo) - Manic Street Preachers (매닉 스트리트 프리처스)
For sale?
dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh 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,
f-ck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and
I wash and I still can say
thank you Puking - shaking -
sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream,
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,
f-ck 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,
Power produces desire,
the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
even for a fifty Solitude, solitude,
The only certain thing
that is left about me
There is no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
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,
f-ck him, call him Rita
Power produces
desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
even for a fifty Solitude, solitude,
Don't hurt, just obey,
lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven
this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself