| Song | Yes (US Mix [Remastered]) |
| Artist | Manic Street Preachers |
| Album | The Holy Bible 20 (Deluxe) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.034] | “You can buy her, you can buy her |
| [00:03.304] | This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here |
| [00:07.239] | Everything's for sale.” |
| [00:21.231] | For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions |
| [00:27.350] | Oh, virgins? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey |
| [00:33.755] | And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy |
| [00:40.044] | Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to |
| [00:46.774] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [00:53.457] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [01:00.417] | He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c**k |
| [01:07.199] | Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want |
| [01:17.341] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you |
| [01:21.306] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [01:25.051] | Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out |
| [01:37.082] | I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long |
| [01:43.871] | Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes |
| [01:50.187] | Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring |
| [01:56.514] | Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff |
| [02:03.079] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [02:09.586] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [02:16.486] | He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c**k |
| [02:23.356] | Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want |
| [02:29.686] | If you want |
| [02:33.458] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you |
| [02:37.629] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [02:41.139] | Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out |
| [02:47.275] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [02:50.178] | There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [02:53.733] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [03:13.465] | The only certain thing that is left about me |
| [03:19.752] | There's no part of my body that has not been used |
| [03:26.311] | Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame |
| [03:32.662] | Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave |
| [03:39.065] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [03:45.880] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [03:52.867] | He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c**k |
| [03:59.617] | Tie his hair in bunches, **** him, call him Rita if you want |
| [04:05.373] | If you want |
| [04:09.874] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [04:12.842] | There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [04:16.326] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [04:23.265] | Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say |
| [04:26.419] | May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same |
| [04:30.071] | These sunless afternoons, I can't find myself |
| [04:48.379] | “Two dollars, you rub her tits |
| [04:50.262] | Three dollars, you rub her ass |
| [04:52.073] | Five dollars, you can play with her p**** |
| [04:53.778] | Or you can lick her tits |
| [04:56.409] | Choice is yours.” |
| [00:01.034] | " You can buy her, you can buy her |
| [00:03.304] | This one' s here, this one' s here, this one' s here and this one' s here |
| [00:07.239] | Everything' s for sale." |
| [00:21.231] | For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions |
| [00:27.350] | Oh, virgins? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey |
| [00:33.755] | And I don' t know what I' m scared of or what I even enjoy |
| [00:40.044] | Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to |
| [00:46.774] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [00:53.457] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [01:00.417] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [01:07.199] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [01:17.341] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you |
| [01:21.306] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [01:25.051] | Can' t shout, can' t scream, hurt myself to get pain out |
| [01:37.082] | I ' T' them, 24 7, all year long |
| [01:43.871] | Purgatory' s circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes |
| [01:50.187] | Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring |
| [01:56.514] | Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff |
| [02:03.079] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [02:09.586] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [02:16.486] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [02:23.356] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [02:29.686] | If you want |
| [02:33.458] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you |
| [02:37.629] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [02:41.139] | Can' t shout, can' t scream, I hurt myself to get pain out |
| [02:47.275] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [02:50.178] | There' s no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [02:53.733] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [03:13.465] | The only certain thing that is left about me |
| [03:19.752] | There' s no part of my body that has not been used |
| [03:26.311] | Pity or pain, to show displeasure' s shame |
| [03:32.662] | Everyone I' ve loved or hated always seems to leave |
| [03:39.065] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [03:45.880] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [03:52.867] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [03:59.617] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [04:05.373] | If you want |
| [04:09.874] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [04:12.842] | There' s no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [04:16.326] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [04:23.265] | Don' t hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say |
| [04:26.419] | May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same |
| [04:30.071] | These sunless afternoons, I can' t find myself |
| [04:48.379] | " Two dollars, you rub her tits |
| [04:50.262] | Three dollars, you rub her ass |
| [04:52.073] | Five dollars, you can play with her p |
| [04:53.778] | Or you can lick her tits |
| [04:56.409] | Choice is yours." |
| [00:01.034] | " You can buy her, you can buy her |
| [00:03.304] | This one' s here, this one' s here, this one' s here and this one' s here |
| [00:07.239] | Everything' s for sale." |
| [00:21.231] | For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions |
| [00:27.350] | Oh, virgins? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey |
| [00:33.755] | And I don' t know what I' m scared of or what I even enjoy |
| [00:40.044] | Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to |
| [00:46.774] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [00:53.457] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [01:00.417] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [01:07.199] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [01:17.341] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you |
| [01:21.306] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [01:25.051] | Can' t shout, can' t scream, hurt myself to get pain out |
| [01:37.082] | I ' T' them, 24 7, all year long |
| [01:43.871] | Purgatory' s circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes |
| [01:50.187] | Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring |
| [01:56.514] | Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff |
| [02:03.079] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [02:09.586] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [02:16.486] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [02:23.356] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [02:29.686] | If you want |
| [02:33.458] | I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you |
| [02:37.629] | Puking, shaking, sinking, I still stand for old ladies |
| [02:41.139] | Can' t shout, can' t scream, I hurt myself to get pain out |
| [02:47.275] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [02:50.178] | There' s no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [02:53.733] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [03:13.465] | The only certain thing that is left about me |
| [03:19.752] | There' s no part of my body that has not been used |
| [03:26.311] | Pity or pain, to show displeasure' s shame |
| [03:32.662] | Everyone I' ve loved or hated always seems to leave |
| [03:39.065] | And in these plagued streets of pity, you can buy anything |
| [03:45.880] | For 200, anyone can conceive a God on video |
| [03:52.867] | He' s a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his c k |
| [03:59.617] | Tie his hair in bunches, him, call him Rita if you want |
| [04:05.373] | If you want |
| [04:09.874] | Power produces desire, the weak have none |
| [04:12.842] | There' s no lust in this coma even for a fifty |
| [04:16.326] | Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment |
| [04:23.265] | Don' t hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say |
| [04:26.419] | May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same |
| [04:30.071] | These sunless afternoons, I can' t find myself |
| [04:48.379] | " Two dollars, you rub her tits |
| [04:50.262] | Three dollars, you rub her ass |
| [04:52.073] | Five dollars, you can play with her p |
| [04:53.778] | Or you can lick her tits |
| [04:56.409] | Choice is yours." |