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Manic Street Preachers: Everything Must Go01. Elvis Impersonator : Blackpool Pier 02. A Design For Life 03. Kevin Carter 04. Enola/Alone 05. Everything Must Go 06. Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky 07. The Girl Who Wanted To Be God 08. Removables 09. Australia 10. Interiors (Song For Willem De Kooning) 11. Further Away 12. No Surface All Feeling 1 Elvis Impersonator : Blackpool Pier20ft high on Blackpool promenade Fake royalty second hand sequin facade Limited face paint and dyed black quiff Overweight and out of date x2 Oh well American trilogy in Lancashire pottery x2 Is so f***ing funny, don't you know x2 All American trilogy in used up cars and bottled beer All american trilogy the futures dead, fundamentally It's so f***ing funny it's absurd x2 20ft high on Blackpool Promenade 2 Design For LifeLibraries gave us power Then work came and set us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face To wear the scars, to show from where I came We don't talk about love, we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 I wish I had a bottle Right here in my pretty face To wear the scars, to show from where I came We don't talk about love, we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 We don't talk about love, we only want to get drunk We are not allowed to spend And we are told that this is the end A design for life x4 3 Kevin CarterHi Time magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize Tribal scars in technicolor Bang bang club AK 47 hour Kevin Carter Hi Time magazine, hi Pulitzer Prize Vulture stalked white piped lie forever Wasted your life in black and white Kevin Carter x3 The elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head Machetes his bed, Kevin Carter kafir lover forever Click click click click click Click himself under Kevin Carter x3 4 Enola/AloneThe statue of liberty looks so solemn on the TV 100% risk of stepping outside Every second too precious to try My heart aches for Enola From my birth a relic a killer But all I want to do is live No matter how miserable it is Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone I walk in the grass and I feel some peace at last I walk on the beach and for once I feel some ease I'll take a picture of you To remember how good you looked Like memory it has disappeared Naked and lonely within my fears Please sing to me a song enola/alone Please take me on home enola/alone 5 Everything Must GoShed some skin for the fear within Is starting to hurt me with everything Freed from the memory Escape from our history, history And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go I look to the future it makes me cry But it seems too real to tell you why Freed from the century With nothing but memory, memory And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go Freed us eventually Just need to be happy, happy And I just hope that you can forgive us But everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go And if you need an explanation Then everything must go 6 Small Black Flowers That Grow In The SkyYou have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, Temple, Elders Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy 7 The Girl Who Wanted To Be GodThere are no sunsets just silence You could see that she was true and faithless But see through the future and forget all the lies Black out the words for the blind have eyes I am the girl who wanted to be God x2 There are times when you feel hopeless Just for once for no-one else we are blameless The dawn is still breaking it's heaven is so high She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied I am the girl who wanted to be God x2 Hold me she said, love me to death 8 RemovablesConscience binds you in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured Killed God blood soiled unclean again Killed God blood soiled skin dead again Again everywhere again All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always (repeat) Never grown preserved gently A bronze moth dies easily Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending Aimless rut of my perception Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always (repeat until end) 9 AustraliaI don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill My cheeks are turning yellow I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I've been here for much too long This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words In Australia, in Australia Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the very last time It's twelve o'clock to midnight There must be someone to blame I want to fly and run till it hurts Sleep for a while and speak no words In Australia, in Australia 10 Interiors (Song for Willem De Kooning)Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Your beautiful triangle of distortion Now you seem to forget it so much Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember, say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside, to what you see inside Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did A beautiful landscape of your nation Another era is not forthcoming Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did Say you can remember, say where is the tomorrow Say where you are coming from Say what you have left us Are we too tired to try and understand That nothing is nothing on that we depend Take my hand together and we will cry It really makes no difference To what you see inside, to what you see inside 11 Further AwayThe further away I get from you The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else The happier I am when I'm with you THe harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone The harder I try to lean something from you Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood Further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away The stiller the oxygen the harder your breathe The draining away just like an old man's dream Just like an old man's dream The simpler the answer the harder it can get The circular landscape comes back only with regret Only with regret The more estranged I feel from my youth Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood Further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away Further away feel it fade into your childhood Further away Further away feel dazed and misunderstood Further away 12 No Surface All FeelingEmbarrassed possessed and so uncivilised Just take a look at the whites of my eyes See me now and I will apologise For me for you we knew they were lies It makes me angry ashamed but really alive It may have worked but at what price What's the point in always looking back When all you see is more and more junk It was no surface but all feeling Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming Maybe richer maybe wiser Seems so easy to not go too far Beg me to stop hate my face I know Tell me forever just to go Just one thing before I get to sleep Nothing here but the stains on my teeth No not blood just liquid from you I only wish it was the truth Feel the guilt of a sinner Feel the cold of a winter It was no surface but all feeling 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