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Manic Street Preachers

The Holy Bible

1994

1: Yes
2: IfwhiteAmericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart
3: Of Walking Abortion
4: She Is Suffering
5: Archives of Pain
6: Revol
7: 4st. 7lbs.
8: Mausoleum
9: Faster
10: This Is Yesterday
11: Die In the Summertime
12: The Intense Humming of Evil
13: P.C.P.

1: Yes

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment The only certain thing that is left about me There is no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want Power produces desire, the weak have none There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same These sunless afternoons I can't find myself Two dollars you rub her tits. Three dollars you rub her ass. Five dollars you can play with her pussy, or you can lick her tits. Choice is yours.

2: IfwhiteAmericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart

Next Thursday you're invited to watch Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala tribute in salute to Ronald Reagan. Host Haley Barbour joins special guest lady Margaret Thatcher in celebrating the former president's 83 birthday. Ticket's are 1000 Dollars a plate but you can see the event free on GOP TV. Images of perfection, suntan and napalm Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua Who shall we choose for our morality I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy Big mac: smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline Your idols speak so much of the abyss Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface Cool - groovy - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy Conservative say there ain't no black in the union jack Democrat say there ain't enough white in the stars and stripes Compton - Harlem - a pimp fucked a priest The white man has just found a new moral saviour Vital stats - how white was their skin Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day Real privilege, it will take your problems all away Number one - the best - no excuse from me I am here to serve the moral majority Cool - groovy - morning - fine Tipper Gore was a friend of mine I love a free country The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy Zapruder the first to masturbate The world's first taste of crucified grace And we say there's not enough black in the union jack And we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes Fuck the Brady bill Fuck the Brady bill If God made man they say Sam Colt made him equal

3: Of Walking Abortion

I knew that someday I was gonna die. And I knew before I died Two things would happen to me. That number one I would regret my entire life. And number two I would want to live my life over again. Life is lead weights, pendulum died Pure or lost, spectator or crucified Recognised truth acedia's blackest hole Junkies winos whores the nation's moral suicide Loser - liar - fake or phoney No one cares, everyone is guilty Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy We are all of walking abortions Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortions Shalom shalom there are no horizons Mussolini hangs from a butcher's hook Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul Horthy's corpse screened to a million Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins A moral conscience - you've no wounds to show So wash your car in your 'X' baseball shoes We are all of walking abortions Shalom shalom we all love our children We all are of walking abortions Shalom shalom there are no horizons Little people in little houses Like maggots small blind and worthless The massacred innocent blood stains us all Who's responsible - you fucking are Who's responsible - you fucking are Who's responsible - you fucking are Who's responsible - you fucking are Who's responsible

4: She Is Suffering

Beauty finds refuge in herself Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred into man's soul A flower attracting lust, vice and sin A vine that can strangle life from a tree Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she poisons unfaithful all Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale The less she gives the more you need her No thoughts to forget when we were children She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering Nature's lukewarm pleasure

5: Archives of Pain

I wonder who you think you are. You damn well think you're God or something. God give life, God taketh it away, not you. I think you are the Devil itself. If hospitals cure Then prisons must bring their pain Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer A drained white body hangs from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen, Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe, Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda, Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man Tear the torso with horses and chains killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen, Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe, Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda, Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic Give them respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they deserve Give them the respect they d.e.s.e.r.v.e

6: Revol

7: 4st. 7lbs.

I eat too much to die. And not enough to stay alive. I'm sitting in the middle waiting. Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappears Stretching taut, cling-film on bone I'm getting better Karen says I've reached my target weight Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake Problem is diet's not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My vision's getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother trys to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta That's the way you're built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybody's life I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disipline's so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeah 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse I've finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel

8: Mausoleum

Wherever you go I will be carcass Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has haemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect I wanted to rub the human face in it's own vomit... and force it to look in the mirror. And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamb-like winter, winter

9: Faster

I hate purity. Hate goodness. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone corrupt. I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell The first time you see yourself naked you cry Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything

10: This Is Yesterday

Do not listen to a word I say Just listen to what I can keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday Someone somewhere soon will take care of you I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds Why do anything when you can forget everything And I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday I stare at the sky And it leaves me blind I close my eyes And this is yesterday

11: Die In the Summertime

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without ruining lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

12: The Intense Humming of Evil

The court has come. The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise, they will arise from the graves, they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke and the deathly odour of scorched markings. And the children they too will come, stern and merciless. The butchers had no pity on them. "They are the victims" judged the butchers. Today the tear of a child is the judge, the grief of a mother is the prosecutor. You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine

13: P.C.P.

Teacher starve your child, P.C. approved As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in Oxford Street Be pure - be vigilant - behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright P.C. she speaks impotent, sterile, naive, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinner's salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If you're fat don't get ill Europe's gravestone carved in plastic P.C. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference P.C. caresses bigots and big brother, read Liviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers PCP - a P.C. police victory PCP - a P.C. pyrrhic victory When I was young P.C. meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac 227 Lears and I can't remember the first line...

Lyrics thanx to: Pete Fusco