Manic Street Preachers We Her Majesty's Prisoners
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
Bow down
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit abeyance of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you, baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
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