You Love Us (Heavenly version) (official video) Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers
You Love Us (Heavenly version) (official video) Songtext
We are not your sinners
Our voices are for real
We realized we won′t be mourned
We gonna burn your death mask uniforms
We won't die of devotion
Understand we can never belong
Throw some acid into your face
Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
′Til I see love in statues
Your lessons drill inherited sin
Parliament's a fake life saver
You better wake up and smell the real flavor (that's all)
You love us like a holocaust
Same PR problem as E. S. T.
You love us like a holocaust
Same PR problem as E. S. T.
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
Love
Check it out
One, two, three, four, five
All that′s real, with love as men
Love is chill, can′t you see
For two, three shakes
When you can't find
This past you feel after all
Die, die, die
Our voices are for real
We realized we won′t be mourned
We gonna burn your death mask uniforms
We won't die of devotion
Understand we can never belong
Throw some acid into your face
Pollute your mineral water with a strychnine taste
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
′Til I see love in statues
Your lessons drill inherited sin
Parliament's a fake life saver
You better wake up and smell the real flavor (that's all)
You love us like a holocaust
Same PR problem as E. S. T.
You love us like a holocaust
Same PR problem as E. S. T.
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
You
Love
Us
You love us
You love us
You love
You love us
Oh, you love us
You love
You love us
You love us
You love
Love
Check it out
One, two, three, four, five
All that′s real, with love as men
Love is chill, can′t you see
For two, three shakes
When you can't find
This past you feel after all
Die, die, die
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