Cover di Generation Terrorists

Generation Terrorists
Album - 10 febbraio 1992 - Debaser id 19649

di Manic Street Preachers

01
Slash 'n' Burn (03:59)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
You need your stars, even killers have prestige
Access to a living you will not see
24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly
Gorgeous poverty of created needs

Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the first
Kill to live

Worms in the garden more real than McDonalds
Drain your blood and let Exxon spill in
Look around here, you see nothing is very real
Chained to economy now famine has been

Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live

That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need

Madonna drinks Coke and so do you too
Tastes real good not like sweet poison should
Too much comfort to get decadent
Politics here's death and God is safer sex

Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live
Kill for kicks

Slash and burn
Kill to live
Kill for kicks
3rd world to the 1st
Kill to live

That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
That's all you need
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Nat West-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds (04:32)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Economic forecasts soothe our dereliction
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine
Carried away with useless advertising dreams
Blinding children, life as autonotomes

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit

Barclays iron eagle, "33 injection"
Sold to advertiser, computer execution line
They give then take away, repossess and crucify
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit

Prosperity - exports for Pol Pot
Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse Apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
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04
Motorcycle Emptiness (06:08)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Culture sucks down words
Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles
Organise your safe tribal war
Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto

Each day living out a lie
Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Life lies a slow suicide
Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths
From feudal serf to spender
This wonderful world of purchase power

Just like lungs sucking on air
Survival's natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us
All we want from you are the kicks you've given us

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Drive away and it's the same
Everywhere death row, everyone's a victim
Your joys are counterfeit
This happiness corrupt political shit

Living life like a comatose
Ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness
Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness
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Tennessee (03:06)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Your dream can never earn enough.
Ultimate nihilistic love.

Tennessee nights just zip code love.
Always believe the comfort of strangers.
Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue.
Media sells a trance of hate.

Our epitaph reads like your sin.
Subvert, destroy, beat dereliction.

Tennessee nights just zip code love.
Commanche becomes a maggot.
Tennessee eyes orange once blue.
Media sells a trace of hate.

His pain forgets her agony.
His heart P.M.R.C.
His heart P.M.R.C.
The white man is disease.
His heart P.M.R.C.

Your dream can never earn enough.
Ultimate nihilistic love.
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10
Another Invented Disease (03:24)
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Drugs come out of boredom babe.
U.N. exports it everyday.
Their armies feed the ghetto lame.
Government approve it just the same.

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me.
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds.
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me.
I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel.

We need and will always need.
Another invented disease.
We need and are taught to need.
Another invented disease.

Left alone in corporate slums.
Where germs are free not amex fun.
Healthy bodies in healthy minds.
Only exist in advert time.

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me.
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds.
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me.
I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel, I need to feel.

We need and will always need.
Another invented disease.
We need and are taught to need.
Another invented disease.

Sunk deep in my TV.
Maybe sucked the soul from within me.

We need and will always need.
Another invented disease.
We need and are taught to need.
Another invented disease.
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11
Stay Beautiful (03:10)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen
Jam your brain with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your failure

We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint
D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic
Deny your culture of consumption
This is a culture of destruction

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wannt hear your words
Why don't you just

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wannt hear your words
Why don't you just

Babes on the run with poisoned lips
Wrap your arms round this everlasting kiss
Clinging to your own sense of waste
All we love is lonely wreckage

Your school your dole and your chequebook dreams
Your clothes your suits and your pension schemes
Now you say you know how we feel
But don't fall in love cos we hate you still

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wannt hear your words
Why don't you just

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wannt hear your words
Why don't you just

Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
Destroyed by madness, oh yeah
Anxiety is freedom
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Repeat (UK) (03:09)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Repeat After Me
Fuck Queen and Country
Repeat After Me
Death Sentence Heritage
Repeat After Me
Death Camp Palace
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Repeat After Me
Fuck Queen and Country
Repeat After Me
Royal Khymer Rouge
Repeat After Me
Imitation Demi-Gods
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Repeat After Me
Fuck Queen and Country
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
Useless Generation
Dumb Flag Scum
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15
Damn Dog (01:52)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
I can lick your face
I can bite it too
My teeth got rabies
I'm gonna give it to you

Feed me, Feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos i'm a damned dog now

Gotta taste for flesh
gotta taste for danger
So i foam and chew
The hands of a stranger

Feed me,Feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos i'm a damned dog now

Feed me, Feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos i'm a damned dog now
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16
Crucifix Kiss (03:39)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
Christin� me fuhrer nazarene.
Believe in tomorrow not today.
Give me all your possessions.

Make poverty your perfect home.
Allow your leaders to control you.
Questions are now blasphemy.

Why walk when you can crawl.
Stay on your knees and kiss my feet.
Censorship �ll stop your excess though.
Check your billboard for my tour.

Listen to Luke sermon six.
�And if one of the occupation troops forces you to carry his
pack one kilometre then carry it two'.

Be a tourist in a war zone.
Interrogate scriptures and not your stinking home.
That diet of bread on water�s old.

And now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told.
We'll take your number for a name.
Soak mind control in christening water out of jail.

Fall in love, fall in love with me.
Nail a crucifix onto your soul.
Fall in love, fall in love with me.
Nail a crucifix onto your soul.
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Methadone Pretty (03:57)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
I am nothing and should be everything.
You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity.
Intentional destruction germ.
Eats your thought and makes you happy.

They wanna a piece of your skin.
Pump it safer than, than a suicide note.
Methadone pretty. Methadone pretty.

Heart beats like a refugee machine.
Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey.
Xerox days to acceptance.
Decline accelerates into prejudice.

They wanna a piece of your skin.
Pump it safer than, than a suicide note.
Methadone pretty. Methadone pretty.

I accuse history, I accuse.
I accuse history, I accuse.
I accuse history.
I accuse history, I accuse.
I accuse history, I accuse.

I don't need your history.

Wreckage inside all that's real.
Another bought product, no reality.
Passive consumers with patrolled desires.
Mindless countdown to retirement.

They wanna piece of your skin.
Pump it safer than, than a suicide note.
Gonna stay a terminal young thing.
An never gonna be a methadone pretty.
Methadone pretty.
Methadone pretty.
Methadone.
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Condemned to Rock 'n' Roll (06:06)
Manic Street Preachers • Generation Terrorists
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves
The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe

A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised

Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock n'
Condemned to rock n' roll

No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reasons for just living life
Ripcord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy

This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing, pestilience, a seed

Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock n'
Oblivions all we know

Lips I kiss just another plague
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made

Sterile like a line of piss, motherfucker
Review with avant garde lips, you're just a motherfucker

There's nothing I wanna see
There's nowhere I wanna go
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