lirik lagu manic street preachers – yes
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 c-nt’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 c-ck
tie his hair in bunches, f-ck 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 c-ck
tie his hair in bunches, f-ck 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 l-st 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 c-ck
tie his hair in bunches, f-ck him, call him rita if you want, if you want
power produces desire, the weak have none
there’s no l-st 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 h-ll, smells the same
these sunless afternoons i can’t find myself
two dollars you rub her t-ts. three dollars you rub her -ss. five dollars you can play with her p-ssy, or you can lick her t-ts. choice is yours
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