Manic Street Preachers(often known colloquially as "The Manics") are a Welsh rock band often associated with the Britpop scene, who gained mainstream popularity in the UK in the late 1990s. They are known for their intelligent and often political lyrics and have a dedicated cult following. Although during the early part of their career they were regarded as a punk rock band, their music is now often generally regarded as alternative rock, due to changes in their sound. Co-lyricist and guitarist Richey James Edwards (Richey James, as he preferred to be known) mysteriously disappeared in 1995; his whereabouts is unknown. Politically, the Manics appear as a socialist group — a stance inflected by their working class upbringing in Blackwood, south Wales (they grew up during the miners' strike of the 1980s) as evidenced by their often highly politicised lyrics and actions (they once dedicated an award to Arthur Scargill, leader of the National Union of Mineworkers and later the Socialist Labour Party).
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Manic Street Preachers
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore
We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision - indecision
Indecision
Feels like theres no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent energy adrenalin my god
Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord
Im breaking and Im shaking - so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Im sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
Im tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyed
Feels like theres no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentre
You dont drink - you dont get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
You dont drink - you dont get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
This is my epicentre