Yes Lyrics - The Holy Bible - Manic Street Preachers

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 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 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, 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. 

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