Manic Street Preachers

Ain't no fun at the government hall,
Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles,
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed,
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed,

Success and love dictate where skin touches fashion,
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal,
I don't wanna dance for people to watch,
Smother my life in interest accounts,

Outside life brings down genocide,
And consumer self hate leads to designer bullshit,
Hate is art and we steal cars,
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich,

You can launch sweetly and say nice things,
But I ain't ever on the way up,
My only way down is on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate,

Written by BRADFIELD/EDWARDS/JONES/MOORE
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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