Patrick Bateman Lyrics - Manic Street Preachers

He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine 

Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son 

Less than zero a grotesque nightmare 

Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour 

I understand nothing and I cannot speak 

I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased 

No sweetheart and I am too confused 

I only love my watch and my snake skin shoes 

I feel so small in the supermarket queue 

People seem to laugh at my choice of food 

My personality is held together with sellotape 

A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate 

I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff 

Ugliness inside much harder to cover up 

I lack the thought to care about politics 

Just do what I like ain't that democratic 

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A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine 

Didn't even know when or why I should stop 

I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs 

I guess all psychos are made out of money 

I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me 

I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill 

Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill 

Patrick Bateman 

We are babies crippled in Christ 

Patrick Bateman 

Therefore I must be God 

I must, I must be God 

I touched your lips but now I just paint 

Surface reflection all I desired babe 

I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone 

I am a crime everybody has at home 

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Papers hate me but they need my behaviour 

The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia 

Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores 

Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws 

Art critics say porno's easily obscene 

Late Show retards Dice Clay is true poetry 

They've never tried living underneath the water 

That's real end of the century nausea 

Patrick Bateman 

We are babies crippled in Christ 

Patrick Bateman 

Therefore I must be God 

I must, I must be God 

Patrick Bateman 

We are babies crippled in Christ 

Patrick Bateman 

I fucked God up the ass 

I fucked God up the ass 

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