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    Manic Street Preachers Patrick Bateman текст песни

    Patrick Bateman

    He’s a real cool guy and he’s a hero of mine
    Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son
    Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
    Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour

    I understand nothing and I cannot speak
    I’d walk in the park but the trees are diseased
    No sweetheart and I am too confused
    I only love my watch and my snake skin shoes

    I feel so small in the supermarket queue
    People seem to laugh at my choice of food
    My personality is held together with sellotape
    A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate

    I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
    Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
    I lack the thought to care about politics
    Just do what I like ain’t that democratic

    Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD5
    A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
    Didn’t even know when or why I should stop
    I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs

    I guess all psychos are made out of money
    I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
    I don’t wanna be understood I just wanna kill
    Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill

    Patrick Bateman
    We are babies crippled in Christ
    Patrick Bateman
    Therefore I must be God
    I must, I must be God

    I touched your lips but now I just paint
    Surface reflection all I desired babe
    I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
    I am a crime everybody has at home

    Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
    The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia
    Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
    Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws

    Art critics say porno’s easily obscene
    Late Show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
    They’ve never tried living underneath the water
    That’s real end of the century nausea

    Patrick Bateman
    We are babies crippled in Christ
    Patrick Bateman
    Therefore I must be God
    I must, I must be God

    Patrick Bateman
    We are babies crippled in Christ
    Patrick Bateman
    I fucked God up the ass
    I fucked God up the ass

    Patrick Bateman
    Patrick Bateman
    Patrick Bateman
    Patrick Bateman



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