Testo Patrick Bateman - Manic Street Preachers
Testo della canzone Patrick Bateman (Manic Street Preachers), tratta dall'album Gold Against the Soul (Remastered)
Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart, rolled into one cute son
Less than zero, a grotesque nightmare
Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like, ain't that democratic
Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be god
I must, I must be god
I touched your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime, everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say pornos easily obscene
Late show retards
Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
I fucked God up the ass
I fucked God up the ass
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
I Pledge allegiance to the flag of the Untied States of America
And to the republic, for which it stands
One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all
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Writer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Sean Anthony Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones
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Altre canzoni dell'album
Sleepflower (Remastered)
From Despair to Where (Remastered)
La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh) [Remastered]
Yourself (Remastered)
Life Becoming a Landslide (Remastered)
Drug Drug Druggy (Remastered)
Roses in the Hospital (Remastered)
Nostalgic Pushead (Remastered)
Symphony of Tourette (Remastered)
Gold Against the Soul (Remastered)
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