Lyrics

[Spoken - James Dean Bradfield] This is about the least progressive Word in the English dictionary, and it's called "Yes" [Instrumental Introduction] [Verse 1] For sale? Dumb cunts, 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 [Chorus] And in these plagued streets A pity you can buy anything For 200, anyone can concieve 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 [Bridge] 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- [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long Purgatory's circle, drowning here Someone will always say yеs Funny place for the social For the insеcts to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff [Verse 1] For sale? Dumb cunts, 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 [Chorus- with partially-spoken Nicky Wire] And in these plagued streets A pity you can buy anything For 200, anyone can concieve 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! [Bridge] 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- Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma Even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the- [Instrumental Interlude/Cheering] [Verse 3] 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- [Chorus- with partially-spoken Nicky Wire] And in these plagued streets A pity you can buy anything For 200, anyone can Concieve a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches Fuck him! [Bridge] Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma Even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the- Dont hurt, just obey Lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven This hell smells the same On sunless afternoons I can't- [Instrumental Interlude] [Instrumental Outro/Cheering]