Texty:
Manic Street Preachers Gold Against The Soul

Was I schooled without direction? Gold against the soul Rock 'n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against, against the soul Against the soul

Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog

Roses in the hospital Try to pull my fingernails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a

So much fun to be had in my head No more sunshine So much fun just lying in my bed No more sunshine I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside Wanna

I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul

I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul

Was I schooled without direction Gold against the soul Rock n' roll has a conscience It supplies convenience Gold against Against the soul Against the soul

Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year; a cenotaph souvenir The applause

I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery