Manic Street Preachers - Yes lyrics
[Manic Street Preachers - Yes lyrics]
You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here
This one's here and this one's here
Everything's for sale
For sale? Dumb cunts, 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
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
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's 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 tit's
Three dollars, you rub her ass
Five dollars, you can play with her pussy
Or you can lick her tit's choice is yours
This one's here, this one's here
This one's here and this one's here
Everything's for sale
For sale? Dumb cunts, 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
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
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's 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 tit's
Three dollars, you rub her ass
Five dollars, you can play with her pussy
Or you can lick her tit's choice is yours