Yes (Radio 1 Evening Session)

作词:Richey James,Nicky Wire

作曲:Richey James,James Dean Bradfield,Nicky Wire,Sean Moore

所属专辑:The Holy Bible 20 (Deluxe)

标签: 酒吧 摇滚 激情 英语

歌词

歌曲名 Yes (Radio 1 Evening Session) 歌手名 Manic Street Preachers

作词:Richey James+Nicky Wire

作曲:James Dean Bradfield+Richey James+Nicky Wire+Sean Moore

For sale dumb cunt's same dumb questions

Virgin 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 fuck 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 hurt myself to get pain out

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 fuck 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 hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude solitude the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me

There's 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 fuck him call him rita if you want

Power produces desire the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude solitude the 11th commandment

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

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