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Manic Street Preachers The Holy Bible

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail Sadly it heals Color my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem Clean

.c. approved As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in oxford street Be pure

Beauty finds refuge in herself Lovers wrapped inside each other's lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering

You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome, welcome soldier smilin' Funeral

Do not listen to a word I say Just listen to what I can, keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploitin' the very thing that cheapens me And

man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilize rapists, all I preach

man Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach

I hate purity. Hate goodness. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone corrupt. I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer

I knew that someday I was gonna die. And I knew before I died Two things would happen to me. That number one I would regret my entire life. And number