[Spoken - James Dean Bradfield]
This is about the least progressive
Word in the English dictionary, and it’s called
“Yes”

[Instrumental Introduction]

[Verse 1]
For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions
Oh virgins, listen
All virgins are liars, honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of
Or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
Nothing turns out like you want it to

[Chorus]
And in these plagued streets
A pity you can buy anything
For 200, anyone can concieve a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita
If you want

[Bridge]
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank
You, puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream-
[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here
Someone will always say yеs
Funny place for the social
For the insеcts to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

[Verse 1]
For sale? Dumb cunts, same dumb questions
Oh virgins, listen
All virgins are liars, honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of
Or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
Nothing turns out like you want it to

[Chorus- with partially-spoken Nicky Wire]
And in these plagued streets
A pity you can buy anything
For 200, anyone can concieve a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita
If you want
If you want!
[Bridge]
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank
You, puking, shaking, sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream-

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the-

[Instrumental Interlude/Cheering]

[Verse 3]
The only certain thing
That is left about me:
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved, or hated-

[Chorus- with partially-spoken Nicky Wire]
And in these plagued streets
A pity you can buy anything
For 200, anyone can
Concieve a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl, so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches
Fuck him!

[Bridge]
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma
Even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the-

Dont hurt, just obey
Lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven
This hell smells the same
On sunless afternoons I can't-

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Instrumental Outro/Cheering]