Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - R.p. Mcmurphy
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James) Three, four Straight jacket your own beauty Because it is 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 cure 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 Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na No more pills and no more drugs Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na No more pills and no more drugs oh 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 Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na No more pills and no more drugs Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na No more pills and no more drugs oh (c) 1991 Sony Music Publishing Ltd.
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