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Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against the Soul - Roses in the Hospital
Gold Against the Soul
01. Sleepflower
02. From Despair to Where
03. La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh)
04. Yourself
05. Life Becoming a Landslide
06. Drug Drug Druggy
07. Roses in the Hospital
08. Nostalgic Pushead
09. Symphony of Tourette
10. Gold Against the Soul
Roses in the hospital
Try to pull my finger nails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft

Roses in the hospital
Progressing like a constant war
Roses in the hospital
There's no one to feel ashamed for

All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out, we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love

Roses in the hospital
Stub cigarettes out on my arm
Roses in the hospital
Want to feel something of value

Roses in the hospital
Nothing really makes me happy
Roses in the hospital
Heroin is just too trendy

All we wanted was a home
Now we're so strung out, we wanna own
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
Like a flood in January
We don't want your fucking love

Roses in the hospital
This century achieved so much
Roses in the hospital
To make a voice, no voice at all (na-na-na, na-na-na)

Roses in the hospital
Flowers cannot express the loss
Roses in the hospital
Torn reflections of burnt out trash
Burnt out trash

Forever, ever delayed
Forever, ever delayed
Forever, forever

Forever, ever delayed (independence is a game)
Forever, ever delayed (credibility, I'm yawning)
Forever, forever (Rudi, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi gonna fail)
Forever, ever delayed
Forever delayed
Forever, forever

Forever delayed (the west scratches onto my skin)
Forever delayed (contagious like a sun tan)
We never felt any sun (oh-oh, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi gonna fail)