Lyric We Her Majesty s Prisoners - Manic Street Preachers

Lyric Song We Her Majesty s Prisoners: Jewels drip red and I don t sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost

Bow down

Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you

England s glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty s heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can t buy freedom

Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you

Throw myself against you cos you ain t frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin

Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you baby

Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we d never bow down
Don t need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt

Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won t corrode you