Nostalgic Pushead (Album Version) - Manic Street Preachers One two three four five six seven eight
I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's Alienation the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God
They dig the new scene and their parties Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth We follow we have no voice the dead
Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD
Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God
So cool the new sound of the decade
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing old pictures blowdried Rebellion it always sells at a profit
I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favourite port
But hey coc*ine keeps cholesterol at bay
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God