in Baghdad Tiger's claws still in my back Oh so send away the tigers Because we're lonely and we're desperate Oh so send away the tigers Because they
Your love alone is not enough Not enough, not enough When times get tough, they get tough They get tough, they get tough Trade all your heroes in for
Wear your eyes as dark as night Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Now baby
Thrown away and unhappy Driven by hypocracy Nothing's finished, it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished, it just fades away
The second great depression Lasted longer than I figured It stuck around and lingered Surrounded me and conquered The second great depression Left me
send away the tigers Because we're lonely and we're desperate So send away the tigers Because they're creeping up and dangerous So send away the tigers
I am just a patsy The Oswald in Lee Harvey Made of my own misery The footprints of history I am just a patsy I sell vague conspiracy I'm slow and I'm
This one's for the freaks For you're so beautiful For all the devotion Written in your soul This one's for the freaks For the lost and weak For the butterflies
If God persists, persists in saying yes I guess we'll have, we'll have to test ourselves Maybe the summer will come and clear our minds And find the impulse
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all 'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class
Winterlovers, winter trees The beauty of dead industry The stuff we saved, so fatally Comes crashing down around me Winterlovers, winter trees Winter
Rendition, rendition, blame it on the coalition All the air miles that are missing, oh I wish we still had Jack Lemmon Rendition, rendition, I never knew
Traduction: Manic Street Preachers. Send Away The Tigers.
by the rules Nothing's finished it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished it just fades away Fades away Fades away Imperial
If God persists, persists in saying yes I guess we'll have, we'll have to test ourselves Maybe the Summer, will come and clear our minds And find the
I am just a patsy The Oswald in Lee Harvey Made of my own misery The footprints of history I am just a patsy I sell vague conspiracy I'm slow and I'