Symphony of Tourette Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

"Stutter, stutter", says the little boy
I wanna blow a hole in my head
I swear what this world wants to hear
Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome
Stutter, stutter, silence, no friend

"Children can be cruel", she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear, that′s the nature of Tourette


Stutter, stutter nothing else but me
I twitch and turn while underneath
My contemporaries are so in control
"Fuck you, fuck you", I grunt and groan
Stutter, stutter, can't keep it no more

"Children can be cruel", she said
So I smashed her in the fucking head
Sorry dear, that′s the nature of Tourette

St-st-st-stutter, stutter, are your eyes closed?
You know a hole through which you can fall
But I can't even be bothered to hang on
When you're this numb news don′t register
I just opened my eyes