Last Exit On Yesterday — Manic Street Preachers

Dance to thevalentine, anthems that kill Valium veins and eyes that sink Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin

You're screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun But rain just keeps pouring on and on Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Baby can't have her little bit of love Cos it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut Lazy fat executive seller Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost Laugh at the T.V. empty cell of life Mundane exile it's not of your choice