Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky - Remastered Version - Manic Street Preachers

You have your very own number

They dress your cage in it's nature

Once you roared now you just grunt lame

Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround

To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick

For the outside

The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls

Harvest your ovaries dead mother crawl

Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders

Environment not yours you see trough it all

Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround

To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks

Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick

For the outside

The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy