The more I see, the less I scream,
The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your brain complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torments
If you are what you wanna be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy
The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons
In the west wing at night
[x2]
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out.
A series of images against you and me.
Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be.
Peeled Apples Video (MV)
Performed By: Manic Street Preachers
Written by: JAMES BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS JONES, RICHARD EDWARDS, SEAN MOORE
Manic Street Preachers - Peeled Apples Lyrics
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The more I see, the less I scream,
The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your brain complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torments
If you are what you wanna be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy
The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons
In the west wing at night
[x2]
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out.
A series of images against you and me.
Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be.
The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your brain complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you and me
Trespass your torments
If you are what you wanna be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy
The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out of the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons
In the west wing at night
[x2]
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out.
A series of images against you and me.
Trespass your torments if you are what you want to be.
Writer: JAMES BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS JONES, RICHARD EDWARDS, SEAN MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC