Manic Street Preachers

Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow peice of dignity
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love
We only wan't to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life x 4
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face