Condemned To Rock 'N Roll

Manic Street Preachers

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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 al the fucking same.
It's a life sentence baby.

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' Roll.

No innocent exit when hope dies.
And claustrophobia buys my mind.
I ran to breathe contagious lies.
No reason for just living life.
Rip cord opens but my soul is cold.
With you I never felt more alone.
Skin never sweating dignity.
Kept my line breath ecstasy.

This fragile prison of sanity.
An ocean wave to death babe.
Masochistic love going nowhere.
You're nothing, pestilence, a seed.

Lips I kiss just another plague.
Love can't fix the hole they made.
Condemned to Rock 'N' Roll.
Oblivion's all we know.

Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker.
Review with avant-garde lips, mother-fucker.

There's nothing I wanna see.
There's nowhere I wanna go.

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