Die In the Summertime (Demo) - Manic Street Preachers

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals

Colour my hair but the dye grows out

I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal

Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene

See myself without ruining lines

Whole days throwing sticks into streams

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognise dim traces of creation

I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

The hole in my life even stains the soil

My heart shrinks to barely a pulse

A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle

If you really care wash the feet of a beggar

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognise dim traces of creation

I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

I have crawled so far sideways

I recognise dim traces of creation

I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die