Yes

标题:Yes

艺人:The Manic Street Preachers

专辑:The Holy Bible

作词:Bradfield, James, Moore, Wire

作曲:James Dean Bradfield

制谱人:Danial Middleton

Mute the verse riff heavily

节拍:♩ = 145

You can buy her, you can buy her

This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here

Ev'rything's for sale



For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions

Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey

And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy

Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to



And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want



I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out



I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long

Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes

Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring

Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff



In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want



I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you

Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies

Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out



Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment



The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave



And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything

For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video

He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock

Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want



Power produces desire, the weak have none

There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty

Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment



Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say

May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same

These sunless afternoons I can't find myself



Two dollars you rub her tits

Three dollars you rub her ass

Five dollars you can play with her pussy

or you can lick her tits

Choice is yours