Manic Street Preachers - Gold Against The Soul lyrics

Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights

Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay

Was I schooled without direction

Gold against the soul

Rock n' roll has a conscience

It supplies convenience

Gold against

Against the soul

Against the soul

Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.

Shareholding a piece of this fucking country

Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort

And dream of new ways to humble the poor

Gold against the soul

White liberal hates slavery

Needs Thai labour to clean his home

Gold erodes

Erodes the soul

Erodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday

And who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soul

Working class cliches start here

Either cloth caps of smack victims

Gold destroyed

Destroyed the soul

Destroyed the soul