Manic Street Preachers - Peeled Apples (Andrew Weatherall remix) lyrics

You know so little about me. What if I turn into a werewolf or something? The more I see, the less I scream The figure eight inside out is infinity The naked light bulb is always wrong They make your brain complete, then they blow it to kingdom come Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me Trespa** your torments if you are what you wanna be I once impersonated a shop work dummy The Levi jean has always been stronger than the Uzi A dwarf takes his co*kerel out of the co*kfight Falcons attack the pigeons in the West Wing at night Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me Trespa** your torments if you are what you wanna be Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out A series of images against you and me Trespa** your torments if you are what you wanna be