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Manic Street Preachers Know Yours Enemy

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

Show me a wonder You can?t be sure of I exist in a place A self-made vacuum But still stranded here With all the scum So clean, So lost So beautiful

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

lilly-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

I'm small and I'm tired I'm blurred to bits and wired I'm nothing in this universe Nothing but pieces of dust Appearing in more repeats The mirror man

It is the Holy Grail And 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

Things get clear when I feel free When whatever's next comes easily When gentle hands give life to me When your eyes fill with tiny tears When I'm this

There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes And my children asleep at my feet I paid my way

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