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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Vocals
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Drums
Spike Edney
Spike Edney
Keyboards
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Jones
Nicholas Jones
Composer
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Composer
Richard Edwards
Richard Edwards
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Producer
Marc Williams
Marc Williams
Assistant Engineer
Owen Davies
Owen Davies
Mixing Engineer
Matt Ollivier
Matt Ollivier
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

No one likes looking at you Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys My mind is dead, everybody loves me Wants a slice of me Hopelessly passive and compatible Need to belong, oh, the roads are scary Hold me in your arms I wanna be your only possession Used, used, used by men Used, used, used by men All they leave behind is money Paper made out of broken twisted trees Your pretty face offends Because it's something real that I can't touch Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower No god reached me, faded films and loving books Black and white TV All the world does not exist for me If I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops Your diet will crush me My life, just an old man's memory Little baby, nothing Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty Dress your life in loathing Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility Little baby nothing Sexually free, made-up to breakup Assassinated beauty Moths broken up, quenched at last The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture alienation, boredom and despair You are pure, you are snow We are the useless sluts that they mould Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture alienation, boredom and despair
Writer(s): James Bradfield, Richard Edwards, Nicholas Jones, Sean Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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