yes

• manic street preachers şarkısı...
  the holy bible albümü koyulur, playe basılır:
  
  "you can buy her, you can buy her
  this one's here, this one's here, this one's here
  and this one's here
  everything's for sale" şeklinde bir konuşmayla başlar...
  
  ve şarkı gelir:
  "for sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
  oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
  and i don't know what i'm scared of
  or what i even enjoy
  dulling, get money, but
  nothing turns out like you want it to
  
  and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
  for $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
  he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
  tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want
  
  i eat and i dress and i wash and i still can say thank you
  puking - shaking - sinking i still stand for old ladies
  can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
  
  i 't' them, 24/7, all year long
  purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
  funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
  just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
  
  in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
  for $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
  he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
  tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want,
  if you want
  
  i eat and i dress and i wash and i can still say thank you
  puking - shaking - sinking i still stand for old ladies
  can't shout, can't scream, i hurt myself to get pain out
  
  power produces desire, the weak have none
  there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
  solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
  
  the only certain thing that is left about me
  there is no part of my body that has not been used
  pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
  everyone i've loved or hated always seems to leave
  
  and in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
  for $200 anyone can conceive a god on video
  he's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
  tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him rita if you want,
  if you want
  
  power produces desire, the weak have none
  there's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
  solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
  
  don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
  may as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
  these sunless afternoons i can't find myself"