Manic Street Preachers - Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky |
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Album: Everything Must Go
Released: 1996
Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky Lyrics
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to 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 mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see through it all
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to 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
Writer/s: JAMES BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS JONES, RICHARD EDWARDS, SEAN MOORE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky
"Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky" empathizes with a zoo animal's state of mind while in captivity, an insight into how Edwards was feeling. Manic's bass player Nicky Wire, who was very close to Edwards, told Dazed & Confused that Edwards wrote the song about "getting born in zoos and just going mad with boredom." Wire added, "But if you read it, you'd just think it was about him."
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