Manic Street Preachers - Love’S Sweet Exile

Love’s sweet exile.
Love’s sweet exile.

We blur into images of state coercion.
Classified machines die misunderstood.
City reflections pour out misery.
We don’t count ‘cos we hate.

Rain down alienation.
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation.
Leave this country.
Leave it.

Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes.
Unified collapse of everything inside.
We understand but can’t accept.
You are not dead ‘cos we hate.

Rain down alienation.
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation.
Leave this country.
Leave it.

Our lives drift into a faceless sense of void.
Everything of meaning becomes destroyed.
There’s too much concrete for us to breath.
We are kept down because we hate.

Love’s sweet exile
Love’s sweet exile

Rain down alienation.
Leave this country
Leave this country
Rain down alienation.
Leave this country.
Leave it.