Manic Street Preachers - The Convalescent Lyrics

Get the lyrics to the song: The Convalescent by Manic Street Preachers at LyricsKeeper.com.
The Convalescent

The Convalescent Lyrics |
---|
What Are The Lyrics For The Convalescent By Manic Street Preachers?
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head
A collage constructed and constantly fed Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain Look through the window, pissing down with rain Lovely labradors outnumber musicians Bonnie and Clyde have made their good intentions Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble But what a swing and so much bottle So I convalesce and I ease the stress 'cause DNA means does not accept So I convalesce and I ease the stress 'cause DNA means does not accept Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext TV My favourite inventions of the twentieth century Haile Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young Eyes quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian Uneven and tidal all with exit policies Followed by anti-ballistic migraines And Brian Warner has a tasty little ass Scared of cash machines and the Mardi Gras So I convalesce and I ease the stress 'cause DNA means does not accept So I convalesce and I ease the stress 'cause DNA means does not accept Alberto Juantorena unique in his field These are the things that, that make you feel Klaus Kinski with love of Werner Herzog Scream until the war is over Scream until the war is over Srebrenica cousin of Treblinka Scream until the war is over War is over And Dante's Inferno slides into dismorphia So scream until the war is over So I convalesce and I ease the stress 'cause DNA means does not accept So I rehabilitate and get my body straight 'cause nothing fits like it used to fit |
Who Wrote The Convalescent By Manic Street Preachers?
Bradfield, Jones, Moore
|
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Boogie Boys: Tonight's da Night Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove…
- Bill Hutton: A Foggy Day I was a stranger in the city…
- Adult.: Hand to Phone You're on the phone, you're all alone…
- Tarnation: Game of Broken Hearts Is that all there is to a name, a lost and childish heart…
- Carmen Twillie: Circle of Life Nants ingonyama bagithi baba…