Manic Street Preachers - Freedom of Speech Won't Feed My Children Lyrics
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Freedom of Speech Won't Feed My Children
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What Are The Lyrics For Freedom of Speech Won't Feed My Children By Manic Street Preachers?
Liberty, sweet liberty
Charitable respectability Then pacifism killed us all For all the tourists on the Berlin wall So we protest about human rights Worship obesity as our birthright But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing We love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass Because he is such a holy man Free to eat and buy anything Free to f*ck from Paris to Beijing Little boys with dangerous toys All bow down to the Beastie Boys But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Royalty, hereditery, unelected and becalmed Just like Stalin, just like Stalin Human and useless Bomb the Chinese Embassy The west is free, oh the west is free Laugh at the hammer and sickle It is antique, oh it is antique And see the love in Richard Gere's eyes JS Pemberton saved our lives But freedom of speech won't feed my children Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing |
Who Wrote Freedom of Speech Won't Feed My Children By Manic Street Preachers?
Bradfield, Jones, Moore
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