Manic Street Preachers - Peeled Apples lyrics

You know so little about me. What if I turn into a werewolf or something? 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 on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me. Trespa** your torments if you are what you want to be I once impersonated a shop work dummy. The Levi jean has always been stronger than the Uzi A dwarf takes his co*kerel out of the co*kfight. Falcons attack the pigeons in the West Wing at night Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me. Trespa** your torments if you are what you want to be Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot. Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me. Trespa** your torments if you are what you want to be