Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - Yes

The Holy Bible
Жанр: Rock
Исполнитель: Manic Street Preachers
Альбом: The Holy Bible
Длительность: 04:59
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[ 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 Ev'rything's for sale ] For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions Oh virgins? 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, I 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 is 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 ]
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