We Her Majesty's Prisoners - Manic Street Preachers

Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud

Treason is ambition I want dead procession

All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise

Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost

Bow down

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

England's glory lives on in world wide genocide

So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir

Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion

No matter what we own we can't buy freedom

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail

Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves

This needle of religions gonna rust my skin

Tear out and exit abeyance of created sin

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you, baby

Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture

Without these fake images we'd never bow down

Don't need this history but we still accept

Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you

Ceremony rape machine

Love won't corrode you