Concerts à venir de Manic Street Preachers
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Manic Street Preachers
Interprète
Sean Moore
Batterie
James Dean Bradfield
Chant
Richey James
Guitare
Nicky Wire
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nicholas Jones
Composition
Sean Moore
Composition
James Bradfield
Composition
Richard Edwards
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Steve Brown
Production
Silva
Ingénierie
Mark Freegard
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Everything's for sale
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, 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, 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
Two dollars, you rub her tits
Three dollars, you rub her ass
Five dollars, you can play with her pussy
Or you can lick her tits
Choice is yours
Writer(s): Chad Brock, Jim Collins, Stephony E. Smith
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