MANICS LYRICS
ALL of the B-sides!
SUICIDE ALLEY
I'm going down to Suicide Alley
'Cos the air I breathe tastes better
down there
I'm going down to Suicide Alley
'Cos it seems as if it's the only
place for me
And I'm going down to Suicide Alley
Where you can't get at me
And I'm going down to Suicide Alley
Where I can be what I want to be
You won't eat away at my mind
With your ideas of decency
I'll be in Suicide Alley
Being who and what I want to be
NEW ART RIOT
Vintage aromas and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's
needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while
away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to
kill your betters
Museums are dead take a new art
stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration
Diktat
Hospital closure kills more than car
bombs ever will
But it saves money because people
are expendable
You cold shoulder insurgens yet love
arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs as it makes
governing easier
Revolution soon dies sold out for a
pay rise
China, Russia, England all washed up
in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the
ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill
England makes judgements of old
school propaganda
The only threat to heads is silenced
by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art
stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration
Diktat
STRIP IT DOWN
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Slicked back injustice sits nicely
next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much
greed
Obedience an art form while the sad
bleed
Success and love dictate while skin
touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to
watch
Smother my life in interest accounts
Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to
designer bullshit
Hate is are and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground
of the rich
You can launch sweetly and say nice
things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that
tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate
LAST EXIT ON YESTERDAY
Dance to the Valentine, anthems that
kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash
trip
Don't wanna wake next to your
stretched skin
Your screaming so much that I feel
sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed
your disease
Hold your head up and pray for the
sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just
impales
As backs break thorns dig deeper in
Baby can't have her little bit of
love
Cos it's wrapped up inside her
lover's gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead
lover
So dull and tired, of his pretty
face
Makes the truth seem easy but you've
lost
Laugh at the TV, empty sell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your
choice
TEENAGE 20/20
I wanna wake to a shot parade of
wealth
And take a spray can to my useless
vote
I don't like your city Dresden dance
I'm drowning in a manufactured
ego-fuck
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
Speeding so lonely into wall after
wall
Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call
Sick to the stomach of our fingertip
scrawl
All your rebellion corporation owned
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's
moving
MOTOWN JUNK
Never ever wanted to be with you
All you ever gave me was the boredom
I suffocate in
Adrift in cheap dreams don't stop
the rain
Numbed out in piss towns just wanna
dig their graves
Motown, Motown Junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
21 years of living and nothing means
anything to me
Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass
betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168
seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168
seconds
I don't want cos I just get
All you slut heroes offer is a fear
of the future
Past made useless cos I'm dying now
Communal tyranny a jail that bleeds
our wrists
Motown, Motown Junk
I laughed when Lennon got shot
21 years of living and nothing means
anything to me
Motown Junk a lifetime of slavery
Songs of love echo underclass
betrayal
Stops your heart beating for 168
seconds
Stops your brain thinking for 168
seconds
A VISION OF DEAD DESIRE
Primary prole MP judge general
policeman
Figureheads sucked in as just
another token
To sell your culture and tolerate
another
Annihilation in the persuit of
self-love corruption
Vision of dead desire - tune in
reception control
Vision of dead desire - underclass
coma zone
Don't pacify your life to suit dead
law convention
White trash held up as just more
gold chain icons
State fed lies charm empty eyes
Happy thoughts a unity death smile
of acceptance
Vision of dead desire - mainline on
a death fix
Vision of dead desire - bleed the
thought of throwing bricks
Europe land, realise your thoughts
Kill all ruling class laws
SORROW 16
Cut your hair in front of business
men
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
I feel like falling
I feel like falling
I can't feel, no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Spitting out Perrier and sucking
down Vodka
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
The wall is a reason for you to
believe
There's too many numbers for us to
sleep
The wall is a reason for you to
believe
There's too many numbers for us to
sleep
WE HER MAJESTY'S PRISONERS
Jewels drip red and I don't sound
proud
Treason is ambition I want dead
procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a
compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped
in frost
England's glory lives on in world
wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her
Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency
of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy
freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you cos you
ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six
million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust
my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of
created sin
Faces pressed onto gates of
anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never
bow down
Don't need this history but we still
accept
Conscripted into a past that invents
our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
STARLOVER
Paint your lips, things fall apart
Flowers of hate caress my skin
Spend my time sucked up inside
Mutilation kick of all you believe
in
Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feel like faces without kisses
Sterile wants spin in my head
Don't need culture, I spit it out
Twist and fall, wounds don't choke
Piss on records, wanna see you dead
A body voice born under torture
Leper cult disciples of a still born
Christ
I worship stone so lance my eyes
Miles apart from anyone
Soma air waves of killing oxygen
We queue consuming anything
Hate all songs
Aesthetic slavery now
Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
A body voice born under torture
R.P. McMURPHY
Straight jacket your own beauty
Because it's just a breakdown away
From the gutter to the jewel
A symbol sold in investment days
Defenceless as the pages you burn
A baby drowning under a profit curve
Money bruises the skin at birth
I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it
feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy
No more pills and no more drugs
This country pisses debris
Like ugly people made pretty
Underneath cheap make-up
Deformed, disguised mind decay
Buy, consume, get more credit
Learn to serve a life sentence here
Style yourself in sterility
I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it
feels free
Where it feels free
R.P. McMurphy
No more pills and no more drugs
BORED OUT OF MY MIND
I'm...I'm feeling too awake
I'm...I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming running for the
scream
The media's stinking drunk nothing
is at stake
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies
Repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind
And I'm too stoned lazy to see
The sun...the sun is leaving me
I can't...see it anymore
I tried everything to get along with
you
The nights too lonesome when the
heat doesn't care
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies
Repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind
I'm too stoned lazy to see
HIBERNATION
I got married cos you should
we both knew we should
you do at our age
this stage of our career
things get tight
a ring helps get a mortgage
to move out of daddy's home
get a bigger car
easy access to the city
I can read the papers in peace
and laugh at the homeless
I know my friends criticize
but we get by OK
so what if there's no emotion
we can wake up anywhere
there's never a row
no time for a kiss
when you've got schedules to meet
trivialities seem so cheap
this is above love
this is more than real
this is all there is
this is as good as it gets-
intense morality parades (and
rates?)
US AGAINST YOU
From journalist to video to channel
4 TV
my life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and I travel the
world
from freelance to new dance
and I expect on the world I am
from Cantonese food to fashionable
friends
the list of invites never seems to
end
so bomb London and it's MPs
John Major Virginia Bottomley
so bomb London its music and its
culture
acidic wit, beauty and charm
it doesn't take much to twist my arm
free trip free drink it all goes
down so so well
maybe a Sunday supplement will come
up soon
a documentary on censorship sounds
real cool
its easy to see that I went to
public school
so bomb London and its MPs
John Major Virginia Bottomley
bomb London its music and its
culture
so bomb London and its magazine
time-out face and id.
bomb London its music and its
culture
you ain't ever been a racist
but Tyson was guilty, man
he was guilty
DONKEYS
put some lipstick on
at least your lies will be pretty
a shadow on my face
and us donkeys wake up weary
sweating sickly donkeys don't allow
their tears
no emotion never feel and drown
themselves in whatever
find some meaning donkeys weight
cracking a spire
sweetness bent double whole days
making polite
never moving out of turn or ever
trying to be natural
those with silence inside eyes bare
piss holes in the snow
drained and burnt yellow and sunk in
self-pity
Jerusalem saw off donkeys are only
left with lies
COMFORT COMES
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me
The difference between love and
comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and
true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare
I wish someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking
somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the
morning
Whispered words of sanctuary
Forgetting how I hate self-pity
blonde
Comfort comes and smooths it over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful
dress
Handcuffs now pearl bracelets
SOUL CONTAMINATION
Everyone is staring with the glaze
of obsession
Interlocking cartels bypassing the
bone
The empty statement of artschool
dissension
Institutionalised expression of mass
control
And if when America flings in whole
Your pile of misery where centuries
be
And he does win a holiday after a
poll
One per cent interest stand up with
glee
Soul contamination spreads the germs
of finance
Making weak minds think this is what
they want
Power facts are brutally sold to
worn darkened skin
Arise the new scum arise to the
sound of a drum
With your desk degrees in civil
engineering
They're drawing up plans for a
future for themselves
And sweet daddy buys up a university
On a mission tied next to suits
Soul contamination - die because you
crossed by fire
Soul contamination - poverty
expressed in your heart
Soul contamination - arise,
surrender, burn
Soul contamination - do you rise up
ARE MOTHERS SAINTS
If piss is yellow, than life must be
grey
How come they smile when we throw it
away
And if it is a colour than it must
be sin
And you want to apologise but keep
it all in
Why worship a god when a mother is a
saint
Why worship stone
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
And when their arms are dead how do
they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades
by
And some kind of angel appears in
their eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming
inside
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate,
mother and God
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give when we piss it away
CHARLES WINDSOR
Charles Windsor who's at the door
At such an hour who's at the door
In the back of an old green cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off
your head
Hundreds of bound big business men
Hacks from "the sun",
military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar square
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off
your head
These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you had not
wished to see
Revenge is sweet to those who have
never known anything sweet
Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off
your head
SCULPTURE OF MAN
War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment
Sold like a new deodorant, world war
three
A Sega dreamland, I'd take a whore
to the funeral
Sculpture of man
Jesus descends, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in Burger King
Than the British museum today
Sculpture of man
Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the
Sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in
Athena
TOO COLD HERE
Born in burial gowns, we say sex
slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at
all
Tortured in the mind, six voices
alone
Futile gestures and motionless
groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but
what's right?
And a cute line makes everything
uptight
To kill your dream before it's
considered
To live in silence in this closet no
vision
It's easier to make love to a
stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known
for not much at all, much at all
Too cold here, ten years of bleeding
inside
Always looked for walls to lean
beside
Too cold here, ten years of
bleeding, it's ice
Always looked for shade to cover
your eyes
Self pity itself is so shallow
i am so sick in mind and body, heart
cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello Mr. Simpson you can clean my
soul
Wake up sighing, mass for for the
bleeding
Never share sadness mine a man prays
painless
Coalescing mind, I hid in rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
Prison it's only four walls but
sometimes
the mind is the smallest prison of
all,
I fear in there, I burn, I veer,
as a boy without touch feels
through his fall, through his fall.
too cold here, ten years of bleeding
inside,
always looked for walls, to lean
beside,
too cold here, ten years of
bleeding, it's ice
always looked for shade, too cover
your eyes.
LOVE TORN US UNDER
Everything's moving as you climb up
the walls
(Heaven's wearing as you climb on
the walls?)
Asleep I daydreamed I could change
it all
Running from something too painful
to face
Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled
feet
Ecstacy's columns decay in to night
Underneath hope she loves sedatives
(sadder to?) die
Wasting my time on the shackles of
her love
At night complete love's torn us
under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over
Gentlemen's left me, a cataracts
past life
Searching for something I'm unable
to find
To weak to render a sorrows daily
grind
I find too much grief in her chest
and her eyes
Memory cannot choose where it wants
to be
Love this sex, true pity as mangled
sheets
The tenderness that climbs in the
mind
At night complete love's torn us
under, love is dragging me under
Betray my other self, the lost hours
are over
THE DROWNERS
Won't someone give me a gun?
Oh, well it's for my brother,
Well he writes the line wrote down
my spine
It says "Oh do you believe in
love there?"
So slow down, slow down, you're
taking me over
And so we drown, Sir we drown, stop
taking me over
Won't someone give me some fun?
(and the skin flies all around us)
We kiss in his room to a popular
tune
Oh, real drowners
Slow down, slow down, you're taking
me over
And so we drown, Sir we drown,
stop taking me over!
MR CARBOHYDRATE
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Then I focus a general disinterest
Mass culture with all this stuff
They call me a boring fuckhead, say
I might as well work in a bank
I tell them I wish I was, they tell
me that I'm sick in the head
They say that I'm sick in the head
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Have you heard of Matthew Maynard
He's my favourite cricketer
I would rather watch him play than
pick up my guitar
Than play with my guitar
People tell me I should get out more
But the TV is my best friend
Cynicism is the only thing that
keeps me sane
Only thing that keeps me sane
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Sometimes I just sit in bed
and think about the day
when I can retire forgetting
everything
I'll forgive everything
Forget everything
Forever, but not today
When I cannot, cannot see
No more yesterdays
No more yesterdays
DEAD TREES AND TRAFFIC ISLANDS
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral ugly decay
Silent fear seems to help me now
The sunshine it fades away
Symbols have now disappeared
How could this happen to me?
How could this happen to me?
But now, I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands
never need
Is this
Is this my defeat
Expected to forget in our
Dead trees and traffic islands
Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs his eyes hollow once
more
Hate the walls within my mind
Clandestine brave finish period
Lips still cryin such a sound
I show little defence
But now I feel so weak
Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
never need
Is this
Is this my defeat
Expected to forget in our Dead Trees
and Traffic Islands
BRIGHT EYES
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death
downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you
go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so
brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, oh, into the dark.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so
brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so
brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
HANGING ON
Hold me down
I don't ever want to see the day
When my time will come
Is it ever gonna end
I'm not sure
(The wish that lasted the year ?)
Where do we go now
Another blackout
Hanging on to nothing, hanging on to
nothing
Hanging on to nothing, hanging on to
nothing
I'm not real
But I'd like to have a chance to
feel
Before we reach the time
Is that what now is right
( I'm not sure ?)
( The wish that lasted the year ?)
Where do we go now
Another blackout
Hanging on to nothing (repeated x7)
Hanging on to nothing (repeated x7)
and nothing and nothing is nothing
BLACK GARDEN
There's a little part of me
There's a little part of you
Remember the feeling
of frozen embryo
There's a bigger part of me
There's a bigger part of you
Remember the place where
You don't want to go
Welcome into your own black garden
It's full of life but still too
frightening
Can't open my eyes this whiteness
blinds
All this whiteness blinds
Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now I have none
Waiting to be bread in the black
garden
Waiting to be muted and then chosen
White trash you're a swinger
Ugly to the end
Ugly to the end
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE ME
To all the people who've hurt me
To all the life that has left me
To all the longing that lost me
To all the future that scares me
To all the words that have drained
me
To all the questions that bored me
To all the people that believed me
To all the money that blinded me
No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
To all the skies that have reached
me
To all the oceans that drowned me
To all the rain that has soothed me
To all the sun that depressed me
To all the people who lived in fear
To all the life that is held so dear
To all the empty souls who still
despair
I know it's the same for everyone
No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
Doctor, dentist, housewife and thief
No one knows what it's like to be me
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD
Raindrops keep falling on my head
just like the guy who's feet are too
big for his bed
nothing seems to fit
oh raindrops keep falling on my head
keep falling
cos I just done me some talking to
the sun
and I said I didn't like the way he
got things done
sleeping on the job
Oh raindrops keep falling on my head
keep falling
There's one thing i know
The blues they sent to meet me,
Won't defeat me,
It wont be long
Til happiness comes up to greet me
To greet greet greet me
But raindrops keep falling on my
head
but that doesn't mean my eyes'll
soon be turning red
cryings not for me
cos I ain't gonna stop the rain by
complaining
because I'm free nothings bothering
me
because I'm free nothings bothering
me
SEPIA
A framed adolescence,
Steeped in the history of you,
Stopped in there, so much for you,
Experience is lost on me,
I am melancholy eternally,
But I still smile so stupidly,
For the first time ever,
I don't understand my television,
And just like a moment in
"Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid",
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia
film,
Bleeding inside I managed to keep it
all in,
I've spoken so much rubbish,
Don't need no time at all,
Feelings are so fatal in the fall,
No you never kissed me,
Never felt anything for me,
Sepia thoughts deemed that I
remember,
And they don't read in diaries
That I could never breathe, never
breathe,
FIRST REPUBLIC
You are so alone in
Kensington Palace
We should be content in
These damned terraces
Thank you for this view from
our council estates
I hope you have really
Guillotined your own head
I crown myself, myself a king,
And declare a first republic,
We wanna play, yes we wanna play,
In burnt out, palace ruins
You once gave us war
racism and slavery
cut out all our tongues
and fucked our industry
Now you've revealed something
You're human after all this
But let's clap our hands
And fuck our dear princess
MONTANA/AUTUMN/78
luddite lover
forgiving father
unhappy forever
live it to where you can
those skies must drive you wild
this earth around you
this silence around you
be with the sky tonight
you've ruined more than you'll gain
know what you mean - but not what
you do
nature will take care of itself
your ego will destroy itself
montana/autumn '78
your life into the future
maybe forty years
a life worth saving or lonesome ever
more
the nothingness of truth
or everlasting youth
ideology or the ultimate thrill
you've ruined more than you'll gain
know what you mean - but not what
you do
nature will take care of itself
your ego will destroy itself