Manic Street Preachers
"The Convalescent"

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head 
A collage constructed and constantly fed 
Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain 
Look through the window, pissing down with rain 

Lovely labradors outnumber musicians 
Bonnie and Clyde have made their good intentions 
Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble 
But what a swing and so much bottle 

So I convalesce and I ease the stress 
Cos DNA means does not accept 
So I convalesce and I ease the stress 
Cos DNA means does not accept 

Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext TV 
My favourite inventions of the twentieth century 
Haile Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young 
Eyes quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian 

Uneven and tidal all with exit policies 
Followed by anti-ballistic migraines 
And Brian Warner has a tasty little ass 
Scared of cash machines and the Mardi Gras 

So I convalesce and I ease the stress 
Cos DNA means does not accept 
So I convalesce and I ease the stress 
Cos DNA means does not accept 

Alberto Juanterino unique in his field 
These are the things that, that make you feel 
Klaus Kinski with love off Werner Herzog 
Scream until the war is over 
Scream until the war is over 

Srebrenica cousin of Treblinka 
Scream until the war is over 
War is over 
And Dante's Inferno slides into dismorphia 
So scream until the war is over 

So I convalesce and I ease the stress 
Cos DNA means does not accept 
So I rehabilitate and get my body straight 
Cos nothing fits like it used to fit