Last Exit On Yesterday - Manic Street Preachers

Dance to the valentine, 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 keeps pouring on and on

Loveless, aloneless, life that just impales

As backs break thorns dig deeper in

You’re screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe

I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

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 know you’ve lost

Laugh at the TV, empty cell of life

Mundane exile it’s not of your choice