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