Testo della canzone Methadone Pretty dei Manic Street Preachers
Album: 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
