manic street preachers
close my eyes
I close my eyes and then I count to ten Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed I'm in control but I am out of time I've lost the need for any desire Any desire I had a vision but it slipped away Inherited goodness, it is here to stay It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes and then I count to ten I open them and then I shut them again Look at the crowd and then forget my parts Back to memory and then back to the start Back to the start I'm back to the stuff that made us all Back to reality back to fuck all It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore Close my eyes and then I count to ten Sign some papers and then they are my friends Attempt to make up and my skin aches Not even massage can make my body straight My body straight Count to ten and then pretend I'm home Just a job I get well-paid for It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes.