MANIC STREET PREACHERS - The Convalescent lyrics

rate me

Lyrics by Nicky Wire, music by James Dean Bradfield and Sean Moore

My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head

A collage constructed and constantly fed

Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain

Look through the window, pissing down with rain

Lovely labradors outnumber musicians

Bonnie and Clyde have made their good intentions

Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble

But what a swing and so much bottle

So I convalesce and I ease the stress

Cos DNA means does not accept

So I convalesce and I ease the stress

Cos DNA means does not accept

Kleenex kitchen towels and teletext TV

My favourite inventions of the twentieth century

Haile Gebrselassie looks so sweet and young

Eyes quickly shift to Jack Kevorkian

Uneven and tidal all with exit policies

Followed by anti-ballistic migraines

And Brian Warner has a tasty little ass

Scared of cash machines and the Mardi Gras

So I convalesce and I ease the stress

Cos DNA means does not accept

So I convalesce and I ease the stress

Cos DNA means does not accept

Alberto Juanterino unique in his field

These are the things that, that make you feel

Klaus Kinski with love off Werner Herzog

Scream until the war is over

Scream until the war is over

Srebrenica cousin of Treblinka

Scream until the war is over

War is over

And Dante's Inferno slides into dismorphia

So scream until the war is over

So I convalesce and I ease the stress

Cos DNA means does not accept

So I rehabilitate and get my body straight

Cos nothing fits like it used to fit