Manic Street Preachers Yes

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Virgin? 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 chop 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 chop 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 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

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 chop 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...