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Píseň: We Her Majesty's Prisoners

Interpret:
Manic Street Preachers
Album:
Lipstick Traces - A Secret History Of
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost


(Bow down)


Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you


England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obselete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom


Ceremony rape machine 
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine 
Love won't corrode you


Throw myself against you cause you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
The needle of religion's gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin


Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby


Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt


Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby