Manic Street Preachers

This is Damn Dog By the Manic Street Preachers Take one, two, three, four I can lick your face I can bite it too Ooh, my teeth's got rabies I'm gonna give it to you Feed me, feed me Can't you hear me howl Feed me 'Cause I'm a damned dog now I gotta t

The Next Jet to Leave Moscow - Manic Street Preachers An old jaded commie walking in Red Square With redefinition eyes of yesteryear I'm the biggest flaming hypocrite you'll ever see Because the market never lies and your conscience is clean So take

Beauty finds refuge in herself Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred int

Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappear Stretching taut, cling-film on bone Im getting better Karen says Ive reached my

The subtext of this song I've thought about it for so long But it's really not the sort of thing That people want to hear us sing The context of this song Well I could go on and on But it's still unfashionable To believe in principles South south Yor

Europe had a language problem German roads, they gave me vision I've seen the future, it's not written This motion makes a modern love song European skies, European desires European roads, European hopes European sons, European love European dreams,

The View from Stow Hill - Manic Street Preachers How did this town get so old? The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold Always caught in between the capital and the other country Always caught in between the river and the valley You can still see th

I would like, I would prefer no choice, Just one bread, one milk, one food for all, I'm confused I only want one truth, I really don't mind being lied to, Don't mind being lied to...  So picturesque! Picturesque, here tonight, So picturesque! Pictur

Artist: Manic Street Preachers Album: Everything Must Go Title: Kevin Carter Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize Tribal scars in Technicolor Bang bang club AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize Vulture stalked white piped lie fore

I'm well aware of happiness And what it takes to get to it But the simple struggle of survival Transforms itself into betrayal Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell Waiting for the transportation Between the clock and the bed, sh

Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Ice

Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream

(Instrumental) 专辑:Anthem For A Lost Cause 歌手:Manic Street Preachers 歌曲:See It Like Sutherland

You were crying You were crying I should have told you to stay longer I want to hold you, keep you closer Never felt it was an option It's been so long, it's getting harder It's not enough to see the future When the past won't disappear There's no wa

Written By: Strummer/Jones Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day Did

She'd walk on broken glass for love She thought burnt skin would please her lover To keep love alive and lust beside Kind people should never be treated like Empty arms and naked heart The love she sought through faltering thought Table for two, such

Loose and guilty and whipped Sterility persecutes and I have plenty Bruised and nailed and quit Merciful and mourned and meek Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavoured To find a

We've finally found a way To consume boredom every day We've all become our personal gods We've all become so sad and lost So sad So sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camoufl

It's Not War Just The End Of Love Manic Street Preachers To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive Do you see the stars or the darkness begin? You fight your war, I fought for my life You pay your dues and I'll pay mine It's not war, just the end of lov

I've sealed myself in Laminated all of my skin Sellotaped my world in bits I must embrace paralysis Only in you do we see ourselves Only in you can we see our end So sick and so tired of being 4 real Only the fiction still has the appeal Builder of R