Self-Injury Songs - Manic Street Preachers
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
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 by 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'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
-1. Yes
~
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value
Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice no voice at all
Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Of burnt out trash
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever ever delayed
Independence is a game
Forever ever delayed
Credibility, I'm yawning
Forever
Forever
Rudi Rudi Rudi Rudi gonna fail
Forever ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever
Forever
Forever delayed
The West scratches onto my skin
Forever delayed
Contagious like a suntan
We never felt any sun
-7. Roses in the Hospital
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Sweet razorblade start your beat
Cut through the mire and skid through the grass and make it deep
Sweet razorblade start your beat
Cut through the mire and skid through the grass and make it deep
Sweet razorblade
Sweet razorblade
Sweet razorblade
Sweet razorblade
Sweet razorblade
Sweet razorblade
-0. Razorblade Beat
~
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Kiss your wounds and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
-4. Judge Yr'self
~
"I hate purity, I 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, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
-9. Faster
~
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die
-11. Die in the Summertime
~
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
-2. Design for Life
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