Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against The Soul
Somebody told me to vote conservative Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay 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
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E. Shareholding a piece of this fucking country Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul White liberal hates slavery Needs Thai labour to clean his home Gold erodes Erodes the soul Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul Working class cliches start here Either cloth caps of smack victims Gold destroyed Destroyed the soul Destroyed the soul
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