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Manic Street Preachers Know Your Enemy

Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes Dead martyrs always take it further Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness

Blockades won't win you more votes A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up, it's blackmail Internal matter they say For two million

white committees, politicians of note Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote And there won't be no kinda color lines The Freedom Train will be yours

Liberty, sweet liberty Charitable respectability Then pacifism killed us all For all the tourists on the Berlin Wall So we protest about human rights

poetry, sheer poetry The way you destroy your beauty Miss Europa disco dancer Brutally becomes a no hoper Miss Europa disco dancer Had your luck and had your

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,

It is the Holy Grail 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

The nothing in me The apostle in me No interpretation For the heart of me I can't see right From my wrong I've loved so much That I can't go on It's

Dead martyrs All stigmartys Dead heroes For fear of zeroes Dead martyrs Always take it further Dead heroes Know no fear Living for some happiness Find