Archives Of Pain Lyrics & Chords By Manic Street Preachers

I wonder who you think you are? You damn well think you're God or something.
God give life, God taketh it away. Not you; I think you are the Devil itself.

If hospitals cure then prisons must bring their pain.
Don't be ashamed to slaughter, the centre of humanity is cruelty
There is never redemption, any fool can regret yesterday
Nail it to the House of Lords, you will be buried in the same box as a killer.
As a killer
As a killer

A drained white body hanging from the gallows
is more righteous that Hindley's crotchet lectures
Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims

The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen. Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori, Ueda. Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve

Execution needed, a bloody vessel for your peace.
If man makes death then death makes man, tear the torso with horses and chains
Killers view themselves like they view the world, they pick at the holes
Not punish less, rise the pain, sterilise rapists. All I preach is extinction

Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen. Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori, Ueda. Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they d-e-s-e-r-v-e