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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see
24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly
Gorgeous poverty of created needs
Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
Worms in the garden more real than a McDonalds
Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in
Look around here, you see nothing is very real
Chained to economy now famine has been
Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
Madonna drinks Coke and so you can too
Taste's real good not like a sweet poison should
Too much comfort to get decadent
Politics here's death and God is safer sex
Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Economic forecast soothe our dereliction
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine
Carried away with useless advertising dreams
Blinding children, life as autonotomes
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
Barclays iron eagle, "33 injection"
Sold to advertisers, computer execution line
They give and take away, repossess and crucify
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
Prosperity - exports for Pol Pot
Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation
there lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased pages
of apathy that bleed our innocence...
Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile
We blur into images of state coercion
Classified machines die misunderstood
City reflections pour out misery
We don't count cos we hate
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave it
Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes
Unified collapse of everything inside
We understand but can't accept
You are not dead cos we hate
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave it
Our lives drift into a faceless sense of void
Everything of meaning becomes destroyed
There's too much concrete for us to breathe
We are kept down cos we hate
Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Believe it
Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile
(Intro taken from 'The Eloquence In The Screaming', a poem by patrick jones)
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(With Traci Lords)
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys
My mind is dead, everybody love's me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair
You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Drugs come out of boredom babe
U.N. exports it everyday
Their armies feed the ghetto lame
Government approve it just the same
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel (I need to feel)
I need to feel (I need to feel)
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease
Left alone in corporate slums
Where germs are free not amex fun
Healthy bodies in empty minds
Only exists in advert time
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel (I need to feel)
I need to feel (I need to feel)
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease
Sunk deep in my TV
Maybe sucked the soul from within me
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen
Jam your brain with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your failure
We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint
D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic
Deny your culture of consumption
This is a culture of destruction
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Babes on the run with poisoned lips
Wrap your arms round this everlasting kiss
Clinging to your own sense of waste
All we love is lonely wreckage
Your school your dole and your chequebook dreams
Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes
Now you say you know how we feel
But don't fall in love cos we hate you still
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
London, England, consider yourselves warned
Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods
Useless generation
Dumb flag scum
Useless generation
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
We are not your sinners
Our voices are for real
We realised and won't be mourned
We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms
We won't die of devotion
Understand we can never belong
Throw some acid into your face
Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste
You love us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
'Til I see love in statues
Your lessons drill inherited sin
Parliaments a fake life saver
You better wake up and smell the real flavour
You love us like a holocaust
Same P.R. problem as E.S.T.
You love us like a holocaust
Same P.R. problem as E.S.T.
You love us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
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Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we're bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
To me the coronation's another auto da fe
Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being
I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall
In walkman sounds hear Sony control
Parliament mother of united nations
Mother of history's dead sun dead suns
DNA of restriction and law
Death famine spectacle and war
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
so mighty so hegemonic so hating so desecrating so there so nowhere so hurting
we fall between indifference rejection and the whole fucking wall
we fall
Christin me fuhrer nazarine
Believe in tomorrow but not today
Give me all your possessions
Make poverty your perfect home
Allow your leaders to control you
Questions are now blasphemy
Why walk when you can crawl
Stay on your knees and kiss my feet
Censorship'll stop your excess thought
Check your billboard for my tour
Listen to Luke sermon six
"And if one of the occupation troops forces you to carry his
Pack one kilometer carry it two"
Be a tourist in the warzone
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home
That diet of bread and waters old
Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told
Now we'll take your number for a name
Soak mind control in christening water out of jail
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
Fall in love, fall in love with me
Nail a crucifix onto your soul
(Intro taken from 'Torying', a poem by patrick jones)
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Culture sucks down words
Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles
Organise your safe tribal war
Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto
Each day living out a lie
Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Life lies a slow suicide
Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths
From feudal serf to spender
This wonderful world of purchase power
Just like lungs sucking on air
Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Drive away and it's the same
Everywhere death row, everyone's a victim
Your joys are counterfeit
This happiness corrupt political shit
Living life like a comatose
Ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Your dream can never earn enough
Ultimate nihilistic love
Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Always believe the comfort of strangers
Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate
Our epitaph reads like your sin
Subvert, destroy, beat derelict
Tennessee nights just zip-code love
Commanche becomes as maggot
Tennessee eyes orange once blue
Media sells a trace of hate
Media sells a trace of hate
His pain forgets her agony
His heart P-M-R-C
His heart P-M-R-C
The white man is disease
His heart P-M-R-C
Your dream can never earn enough
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
I've seen this happen before
This is a message from occupied England
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
From earliest human existence there proved to be two fundamental ways of thinking
Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Death sentence heritage
Repeat after me
Death camp palace
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
I've seen this happen before
A force of sensationalism
A force of sensationalism
From earliest human existence there proved to be two fundamental ways of thinking
What happens to the brains?
What happens?
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Repeat after me
Fuck queen and country
Repeat after me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat after me
Imitation demi-gods
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
Useless generations
Dumb flag scum
British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves
The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe
A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock n'
Condemned to rock n' roll
No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reasons for just living life
Ripcord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy
This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing, pestilience, a seed
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock n'
Oblivions all we know
Lips I kiss just another plague
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker
Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker
There's nothing I wanna see
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