Woorden: Manic Street Preachers. Generation Terrorists. Born To End.

Get some pain and I feel alive
(Born to end)
Close my eyes overdose on hell
(Born to end)

Get run over by no direction
(Born to end)
Breathing dead and I'm born to end
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

Europe freed by Macdonald's and Levis
(Born to end)
Can't afford it so I hate it all
(Born to end)

Images linger like repression
(Born to end)
Concentration camps of our dreams
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin' dolls

Beg for mercy
Pray for war