YES

YES

A wonderful live rendition on video of one of the most spell binding - and chilling - songs ever written, by one of the greatest bands that has ever been. Taken of the Manic Street Preachers while performing at Glastonbury in the summer of 1994 during their The Holy Bible Tour, this is the opening song from their third album entitled the same as this tour. The song was written by their original song writer, Richey Edwards, who mysteriously disappeared within a half a year of this album being released in Great Britain. To suggest that he had seemed to be fighting numerous personal demons prior to vanishing goes beyond mere understatement. This entire album certainly turned out to be pretty much a blueprint of the last year or so of his very tortured life. He has never been heard from or seen since, nor has his body ever been found, and just last month it was the thirteenth anniversary of his disappearance . Tragic really, as he was truly a brilliant writer. While the Manics ultimately ended up thriving in the face of such huge odds, it certainly is a testament to their own individual strengths as people as well as performers that they were able to go on to become such a fantastic band, although obviously one greatly changed from this event. Enjoy.

Yes

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
Ev'rything's for sale

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 by 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

Two dollars for everything
Three dollars ...?...
Five dollars ...?...