Manic Street Preachers - Patrick Bateman Lyrics
Hes a real cool guy and hes a hero of mineTravis, rhinehart rolled into one cute sonLess than zero a grotesque nightmareSubtly disturbing like normal behaviourI understand nothing and I cannot speakId walk in the park but the trees are diseasedNo sweetheart and I am too confusedI only love my watch and my snake skin shoesI feel so small in the supermarket queuePeople seem to laugh at my choice of foodMy personality is held together with sellotapeA loose fit just like a numb junkies hateI pretty my face with all this cream and stuffUgliness inside much harder to cover upI lack the thought to care about politicsJust do what I like aint that democraticGenesis, huey lewis, filofax, cd5A backdrop to discuss over expensive wineDidnt even know when or why I should stopI feel so stupid like a joke that belongsI guess all psychos are made out of moneyI cannot be saved as liberals keep telling meI dont wanna be understood I just wanna killOut of blandness I am your everyday thrillPatrick batemanWe are babies crippled in christPatrick batemanTherefore I must be godI must, I must be godI touched your lips but now I just paintSurface reflection all I desired babeI am melancholy, flower cutting through stoneI am a crime everybody has at homePapers hate me but they need my behaviourThe dignity amongst hollywood triviaEscape is so cheap of alcohol and whoresMines the sanity of exclusive gun lawsArt critics say pornos easily obsceneLate show retards dice clay is true poetryTheyve never tried living underneath the waterThats real end of the century nauseaPatrick batemanWe are babies crippled in christPatrick batemanTherefore I must be godI must, I must be godPatrick batemanWe are babies crippled in christPatrick batemanI *****ed God up the assI *****ed God up the assPatrick batemanPatrick batemanPatrick batemanPatrick bateman
