Manic Street Preachers - Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds Lyrics

Economic forecasts soothe our dereliction.
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine.
Carried away with useless advertising dreams.
Blinding children, life as automatons.

Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.

Barclays iron eagle ï¿½33 injection'.
Sold to advertiser, computer execution line.
They give then take away, repossess and crucify.
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire.

Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.

Prosperity ï¿½ exports for Pol Pot.
Prosperity Mein Kampf for beginners.

Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest ï¿½ Barclays ï¿½ Midlands ï¿½ Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.