Nostalgic Pushead (Album Version)

Nostalgic Pushead (Album Version) - 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 worshipped and drugs a deity

Vicarious thrills re-run their youth

We follow we have no voice the dead

Radio nostalgia is radio death

I wanna cover diamonds on my wife

Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD

Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

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 favourite port

But hey coc*ine 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