Methadone Pretty Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

I am nothing and should be everything
You′re methadone pretty, surrender in pity
Intentional destruction germ
Eats your thoughts and makes you happy

They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty

Heart beats like a refugee machine
Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey
Xerox days to acceptance
Decline accelerates into prejudice

They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty


I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I don't need your history

Wreckage inside all that′s real
Another bought product, no reality
Passive consumers with patrolled desires
Mindless countdown to retirement

They want a piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Gonna stay a terminal young thing
And never gonna be methadone pretty

Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone