manic street preachers
symphony of tourette
Stutter stutter says the little boy I want to blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome Stutter stutter silence no friend  Childern can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette  Stutter stutter nothing else but me I twitch and turn while underneath My contemporaries are so in control Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan Stutter stutter can't keep it no more  Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette  Stutter stutter are your eyes closed You know a hole through which you can fall But I can't even be bothered to hang on When you're this numb news don't register I just opened my eyes