Bag Lady - Manic Street Preachers
I am not dead
I demand
I know my rights,
I know my rights
You cover illness with flowers
and flowers die and flowers die
Walking I feel
I follow mirrors that
Make sense to me,
Make sense of me
Never let your self out
I did, it ruined me
It ruined me
To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not sunrise
Walking I feel
I follow mirrors that
Make sense to me,
Make sense of me
Never let your self out
I did, it ruined me
It ruined me
To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not a sunrise
To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not a sunrise