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THE HOLY BIBLE LYRICS

YES
For sale, dumb cunts, 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, 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

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.

IFWHITEAMERICATOLDTHETRUTHFORONEDAYITSWHOLEWORLDWOULDFALLLAPART
Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada, Haiti, Poland. Nicaragua
Who shall we use 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

"Conservatives say"
there ain't no black in the union jack
"Democrats say"
there ain't enough white 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 away
Number one, the best, no excuse from me
I'm 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 worlds 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.

OF WALKING ABORTION
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, phoney, no-one cares
Everyone is guilty
Fucked up, dunno why
You poor little boy

We all are of walking abortion
Shalom, shalom
We all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom, shalom
There are no horizons

Mussolini hangs from a butchers 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, the moral conscience
You've no wounds to show
So wash your car in your x-baseball shoes

We all are of walking abortion
Shalom, shalom
We all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
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? 

SHE IS SUFFERING
Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lives
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 poison's 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 luke-warm pleasure

ARCHIVES OF PAIN
If hospital's cure 
then prisons must bring their pain
Do not 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

A drained white body hangs from the gallows
Is more righteous than Hindley's crochet 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 and Milosevic

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, 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 and Milosevic

Give them the 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

REVOL
Mr Lenin     - awaken the boy
Mr Stalin    - bisexual epoch
Kruschev     - self love in his mirrors

Brezhnev     - married into group sex
Gorbachev    - celibate self importance
Yeltsin      - failure in his own impotence

Revol, revol, revol, revol
Lebensraum, kulturkampf
Raus raus, fila fila

Napolean     - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain  - you see god in you
Trotsky      - honeymoon, serenade the naked

Che Guevara  - you're all target now
Pol Pot      - withdrawn traces, bye-bye
Farrakhan    - alimony, alimony

Revol, revol, revol, revol
Lebensraum, kulturkampf
Raus raus, fila fila

Revol.

4ST7LBS
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 its fake
Problem is diet's not a big enough word

I wanna be so skinny, that I rot from view
I wanna walk in the snow and not leave a footprint
I wanna walk in the snow and not soil its purity

Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt, my sex is gone
Naked and lovely at 5 stone 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 tries to choke me with roast beef
While sits savouring her sole ryvitta
That's the way your built my father said

But I can change my cocoon shedding
I wanna walk in the snow and not leave a footprint
I wanna walk in the snow and not soil its purity

Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
To weak to fuss, to weak to lie
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 discipline's so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me

Yeah, 4 stone 7 and an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.

MAUSOLEUM
Wherever you go you 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 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

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 its all we have to burn
the world lances youth's lamb like winter
winter.

FASTER
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 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 the things you regret
A truth that washes, that learned 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 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 the things you regret
A truth that washes, that learned 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

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

I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday

Somewhere someone 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

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

DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail
Sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye runs 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

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 have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I wanna die.

THE INTENSE HUMMING OF EVIL
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.

P.C.P
Teacher starve your child
P.C. approved as long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bilingual 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 and sterile
Nave, 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

ALL LYRICS BY Richey James Edwards or Nicky Wire.

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