Nostalgic Pushead (House in the Woods demo) Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

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 worshiped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
We follow, we have no voice, the dead


Radio nostalgia is radio death
I want to cover diamonds on my wife
Hardrock nostalgia, The Stones on CD
Tranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed

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 worshiped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
We follow, we have no voice, the dead

I am a face of fashion in Soho Square
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
My cheeks blood red as my favorite port
But hey, cocaine 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