Texty:
Manic Street Preachers This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours

My little empire has risen and it's set My little empire is as good as it can get My little empire is coming around My little empire, it don't make a

night, sleep at night? The reason for this song Well, maybe it's a pointless one But thank you Jimmy McGovern For reminding me of what lives on The ending for this

lemonade Slowly, slowly it starts to fade Be natural, with me tonight Be natural, put your fists in my eyes Be natural, so turn me to stone Be natural, just leave me

Petrified for the millionth time Slowly my soul evaporates No parachutes, no dismal clouds Just this fucking space I know what's coming, I'm not working

lemonade Slowly slowly it starts to fade Be natural With me tonight Be natural Put your fists in my eyes Be natural So turn me to stone Be natural Just leave me

been born a girl And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man And not this mess of a man The censorship of my skin Is screaming inside

Monuments put from pen to paper Turns me into a gutless wonder And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your

My little empire Has risen and it's set My little empire Is as good as it can get My little empire Is coming around My little empire It don't make

at night, sleep at night The reason for this song Well maybe it's a pointless one But thank you Jimmy McGovern For reminding me of what lives on The ending for this