Letra de Are Mothers Saints de Manic Street Preachers

Drugs come out of boredom babe
U.N. exports it everyday
Their armies feed the ghetto lame
Government approve it just the
same
CHORUS
Daylight bores the sunshine out of
me
I need to feel alone amongst the
weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of
me
I need to feel, I need to feel, I
need to feel, I need to feel
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to
need
Another invented disease
Left alone in corporate slums
Where germs are free not Amex
fun
Healthy bodies in empty minds
Only exist in advert time
CHORUS
Sunk deep in my TV
Maybe sucked the soul from
within me
We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to
need
Another invented disease