Nostalgic Pushead by Manic Street Preachers Lyrics

[Intro]
One two three four five six seven eight

[Verse 1]
I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies
'60s alienation, the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

[Chorus]
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god

[Bridge 1]
They dig the new scene and their parties
Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
We follow we have no voice the dead

[Verse 2]
Radio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
Hard rock nostalgia, the Stones on CD
Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

[Chorus]
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god

[Bridge 2]
So cool the new sound of the decade
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still
All taste is nothing old pictures blow-dried
Rebellion it always sells at a profit

[Verse 3]
I am a face of fashion in Soho square
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
My cheeks blood red as my favourite port
But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay
[Chorus]
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Some god