Yes Lyrics by Manic Street Preachers

Yes Lyrics

    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.

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