Besedila: Manic Street Preachers. Gold Against The Soul. Drug Drug Druggy.

So much fun to be had in my head
No more sunshine
So much fun just lying in my bed
No more sunshine
I can't face the sunlight and the dirt outside
Wanna stay in 666 where this darkness don't lie
Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Show me your scars you're so aware
I'm not barbaric I just care
Drug drug drug
I need a reflection to prove I exist
No more sunshine
I am a victim of designer blitz
No more sunshine
Dance like a robot when you're chained at the knee
The C.I.A. say you're all they'll ever need
Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Snort your lines you're so aware
I'm not barbaric I just care
Drug drug drug
Drug drug druggy
Got a feeling sweet like honey
Drug drug druggy
Need sensation like my baby
Drug drug druggy
Drug drug druggy
Drug drug druggy