Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes, artist - Manic Street Preachers. Date of issue: 07.12.2014
Song language: English
Yes |
| For sale? |
| dumb cunts same dumb questions |
| Virgin? |
| listen, all virgins are liars honey |
| And I dont know what Im 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 |
| Hes 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 |
| Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out |
| I t them, 24:7, all year long |
| Purgatorys 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 |
| Hes 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 |
| Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out |
| Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| The only certain thing that is left about me Theres no part of my body that has not been used |
| Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame |
| Everyone Ive 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 |
| Hes 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 |
| Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| Dont hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say |
| May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same |
| These sunless afternoons I cant find myself. |