Manic Street Preachers - Strip It Down lyrics

Ain't no fun at the government hall

Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles

Paranoia at the heels of too much greed

Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion

Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal

I don't wanna dance for people to watch

Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide

And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit

Hate is art and we steal cars

Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things

But I ain't ever on the way up

My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate

The pure ideals that turn to hate