MANIC STREET PREACHERS - Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky lyrics

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You have your very own number<br>They dress your cage in it's nature<br>Once you roared now you just grunt lame<br>Pace around pathetic pound games<br><br>Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround<br>To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks<br>Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick<br>For the outside,<br>The small black flowers that grow in the sky<br><br>They drag sticks along your walls<br>Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl<br>Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders<br>Environment not yours you see through it all<br><br>Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround<br>Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks<br>Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick<br>For the outside,<br>The small black flowers that grow in the sky<br><br>Here chewing your tail is joy