Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
Dave Eringa
Piano
James Dean Bradfield
Vocals
Sean Moore
Drums
Richey James
Background Vocals
Nicky Wire
Bass Guitar
Shovel Shovel
Percussion
Ian Kewley
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Sean Moore
Composer
Richey James
Lyrics
Nicky Wire
Lyrics
Nick Ingham
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Eringa
Producer
Gilles Cowley
Assistant Engineer
Lee Philips
Assistant Engineer
Andy Baker
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in my house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
Wake up with the same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if it's real or not
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
Outside opened mouthed cows
Pass each other as if their drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield
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