Manic Street Preachers - Nostalgic Pushead Lyrics
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Nostalgic Pushead
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What Are The Lyrics For Nostalgic Pushead By Manic Street Preachers?
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I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's Alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshiped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth We follow we have no voice the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I want to cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD Tranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God So cool the new sound of the decade Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing old pictures blowdried Rebellion it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favorite port But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Some god |
Who Wrote Nostalgic Pushead By Manic Street Preachers?
Bradfield, Edwards, Jones, Moore
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What's The Duration Of The Nostalgic Pushead By Manic Street Preachers?The duration of Nostalgic Pushead is 4:14 minutes and seconds. |
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