Donkeys — Manic Street Preachers

Put some lipstickon At least your lies will be pretty A shadow on my face And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly Donkeys don't allow their tears No emotion never feel And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning Donkeys weight cracking a spire

Sweetness bent double Whole days making polite Never moving out of turn Or ever trying to be natural

Those with silence inside Eyes bare piss holes in the snow Drained and burnt yellow And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem saw off Donkeys are only left with lies Are only left with lies