Manic Street Preachers

Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore
Somebody told me to vote conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rocknroll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify roy lynk an o.b.e.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor