Lyrics Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Royal Correspondent

You've been this way since school

Dysfunctional, translucent

Royalty on your wall

So desperately mundane

They're inbred baby just like you

But you'd love the chance to eat their food

Even though it has been chewed

Royal correspondent

Sad and lonely

Royal correspondent

Kills her daily

Dream of the Daily Mail

It is the Holy Grail

And then the BBC

Your life would be complete

Build a fountain, wash away the poor

Just as long as your motives are pure

Hold on tight or you just might lose her

Royal correspondent

Wears their Sunday best

Royal correspondent

Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent

Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent

Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent

Smarter than the rest

Royal correspondent

Smarter than the rest

Smarter than the rest