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I'm no longer preaching to the converted

That congregation has long ago deserted

All we discovered was even more despair

But we learned how to cope we learned how not to care

And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist

All we make is entertainment

A sad indictment of what we are good at

We're all part of the grand delusion

We made so much we let it all crumble

To safeguard our rights to make us more "human"

Oh this country is but an empty shell

A clearing house for heaven a clearing house for hell

And the sun will still keep rising

Always deflecting always disguising

Was there ever another place

Did we ever really exist

All we make is entertainment

It's so damn easy and inescapable

We're so post-modern and so post-everything

All we make is entertainment

An end to hope and civilisation

A simple way to seek perfection

The insides of our nation have been exposed

It only confirms what we already know

Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives

It's breaking up our bones it's breaking up our minds

Manic Street Preachers - All We Make Is Entertainment – текст


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