Autumnsong — Manic Street Preachers

Wear your eyes as dark as nights Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create

Now baby what you've done to your hair Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care Now baby what have you done to your hair Done to your hair, done to your hair Done to your hair, done to your hair

So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come

Now baby what you've done to your hair Is it just the same time of year When you think that you don't really care Now baby what have you done to your hair

Wear your eyes as dark as nights Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Born to create, born to create Born to create, born to create

So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come

So wear your hair in bunches And your jacket loose So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run

So when you hear this autumn song Clear your heads and get ready to run So when you hear this autumn song Remember the best times are yet to come