MANIC STREET PREACHERS

MANIC STREET PREACHERS - All We Make Is Entertainment

rate me

I'm no longer preaching to the converted

That congregation has long ago deserted

And we discovered was even more despair

But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care

And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting, always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist?

All we make is entertainment

A sad indictment of what we're good at

We're all part of the grand delusion

We made so much and we let it all crumble

To safeguard our rights to make us more human

Oh this country is but an empty shell

A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell

And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting, always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist?

All we make is entertainment

It's so damn easy, and inescapable

"We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything"

All we make is entertainment

An end to hope and civilization

A simple way to seek perfection

Please don't tell the nation of being exposed

It only confirms what we already know

Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives

Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds

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