Manic Street Preachers "Gold Against The Soul" lyrics

Gold Against The Soul

Somebody told me to vote conservativeTragedy is not known under this dimmest of lightsEverybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismayWas I schooled without direction

Gold against the soulRock n' roll has a conscienceIt supplies convenienceGold againstAgainst the soulAgainst the soul

Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.Shareholding a piece of this fucking countryFossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resortAnd dream of new ways to humble the poor

Gold against the soulWhite liberal hates slaveryNeeds Thai labour to clean his homeGold erodesErodes the soulErodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everydayAnd who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soulWorking class cliches start hereEither cloth caps of smack victimsGold destroyedDestroyed the soulDestroyed the soul

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