Vintage aromas and vintage ideals,
Old men greying to a dying country's needs,
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours,
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters,

Museums are dead take a new art stance,
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat,

Hospital closure kills more than car bombs ever will,
But it saves money because people are expendable,
You cold shoulder insurgents yet love arms dealers,
Everybody's taking drugs as it makes governing easier,

Museums are dead take a new art stance,
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat,
Sell out the past and learn to obey,
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail,

Revolution soon dies sold out for a pay rise,
China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse,
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use,
Wipe out aristocracy now kill, kill, kill, kill, kill,

England makes judgements of old school propaganda,
The only threat to heads is silenced by dumb pleasure,
Museums are dead take a new art stance,
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat,


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New Art Riot Lyrics as written by BRADFIELD, EDWARDS, JONES, MOORE

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    One of their earliest singles, New Art Riot is a perfect example of the Manics' early work- clashy, naive, clattering around while spitting anger at everyone and everything. Richey's power of articulation and their unapologetic honesty and wish to draw attention results in some brilliant and strikingly true lyrics, such as that line 'Hospital closures kill, more than car bombs ever will, and it saves money because people are expendable'- one of my all time favourites, and so relevant to the present.

    manic4manicson September 07, 2014   Link
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    Where can I obtain this? Please, I'm desperate!

    my nothingon December 14, 2005   Link

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