Was I schooled without direction? Gold against the soul Rock 'n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against, against the soul Against the soul
One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's Alienation the anthem of care Now
Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog
"Stutter, stutter", says the little boy I wanna blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome
Roses in the hospital Try to pull my fingernails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a
You're ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror, go on Belittle yourself, yourself, yourself Belittle
So much fun to be had in my head No more sunshine So much fun just lying in my bed No more sunshine I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside Wanna
Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognize Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul
Перевод: Manic Street Preachers. Золото против души.
So much fun to be had in my head No more sunshine So much fun just lying in my bed No more sunshine I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside
Was I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul
I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There
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
Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired
I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery
Roses in the hospital Try to pull my fingernails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like