So Dead - Manic Street Preachers

Learn to sleep through misery 
Never gonna wake feeling free 
No one fucks as good as Marilyn 
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins 

You need a fix I'm your prostitute 
Repression says depravity's cute 
I'll feed you lines to make you smile 
You're so easy to dehumanise 

It's not that I can't find worth in anything 
It's not that I can't find worth in enough 
It's not that I can't find worth in anything 
In your love 

Pay for it 
Pay for it 
Degrade your senses till you hate me 

Begging to be cool through nicotine 
Decadence costs but she must be clean 
Build up walls so you can't feel 
When you get high 'it's so unreal' 

Days fade in and I need the night 
I've seen your dumb face all of my life 
Eyes close down, I don't wanna see 
Broken communion of the twentieth century 

It's not that I can't find worth in anything 
It's just that I can't find worth in enough 
It's not that I can't find worth in anything 
In your love 

Pay for it 
Pay for it 
You're gonna pay for my intelligence 

Pay for it 
Pay for it 
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck 

Pay for it 
Pay for it 
Degrade your senses till you hate me 

Pay for it 
Pay for it 
We promote all sickness and disease 
You're gonna pay for my intelligence 
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck 

You're so dead 
You're so dead