Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - So Dead
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Learn to sleep through misery Never gonna wake feeling free No one fucks as good as Marilyn Plastic surgery sure cures your sins You need a fix I`m your prostitute Repression says depravity`s cute I`ll feed you lines to make you smile You`re so easy to dehumanise It`s not that I can`t find worth in anything It`s just that I can`t find worth in enough It`s not that I can`t find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Begging to be cool through nicotine Decadence costs but she must be clean Build up walls so you can`t feel When you get high `It`s so unreal` Days fade in and I need the night I`ve seen your dumb face all of my life Eyes close down, I don`t wanna see Broken communion of the twentieth century It`s not that I can`t find worth in anything It`s just that I can`t find worth in enough It`s not that I can`t find worth in anything In your love Pay for it Pay for it You`re gonna pay for my intelligence Pay for it Pay for it Cos I`m a slut and you just suck Pay for it Pay for it Degrade your senses till you hate me Pay for it Pay for it We promote all sickness and disease You`re gonna pay for my intelligence Cos I`m a slut and you just suck You`re so dead You`re so dead (c) 1991 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.
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