Lyrics Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Archives Of Pain

I wonder who you think you are

You damn well think you're God or something

God give life, God taketh it away, not you

I think you are the Devil itself

If hospitals cure

Then prisons must bring their pain

Don't be ashamed to slaughter

The centre of humanity is cruelty

There is never redemption

Any fool can regret yesterday

Nail it to the House of Lords

You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer

A drained white body hangs from the gallows

Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures

Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims

The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?

Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,

Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,

Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,

Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

Give them respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Execution needed

A bloody vessel for your peace

If man makes death then death makes man

Tear the torso with horses and chains

Killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes

Not punish less, rise the pain

Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying?

Zhirinovsky, Le Pen,

Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe,

Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda,

Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic

Give them respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Give them the respect they deserve

Give them the respect they d e s e r v e