I don't want my children to grow up like me
It's just so destroying, it's a mocking disease
A wasting disease
I don't want my children to grow up like me
It's just so destroying, it's a mocking disease
A wasting disease
Some times I wake up with love still alive
I just want to go to sleep, but I can't, I close my eyes
I can't, I close my eyes
I can't fight this war any more
Time to surrender, time to move on
So line up the firing squads, kiss goodbye to what you want
Go with the flow, go home
You can keep on struggling when you're alone
When you're alone
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
The act of creation saves us from despair
A phrase that keeps repeating in my head
In my head
It's not enough to succeed others must fail
My unhappy mantra I wish I could escape
I wish I could escape
I can't fight this war any more
Time to surrender, time to move on
So line up the firing squads, kiss goodbye to what you want
Go with the flow, go home
You can keep on struggling when you're alone
When you're alone
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
It's just so destroying, it's a mocking disease
A wasting disease
I don't want my children to grow up like me
It's just so destroying, it's a mocking disease
A wasting disease
Some times I wake up with love still alive
I just want to go to sleep, but I can't, I close my eyes
I can't, I close my eyes
I can't fight this war any more
Time to surrender, time to move on
So line up the firing squads, kiss goodbye to what you want
Go with the flow, go home
You can keep on struggling when you're alone
When you're alone
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
The act of creation saves us from despair
A phrase that keeps repeating in my head
In my head
It's not enough to succeed others must fail
My unhappy mantra I wish I could escape
I wish I could escape
I can't fight this war any more
Time to surrender, time to move on
So line up the firing squads, kiss goodbye to what you want
Go with the flow, go home
You can keep on struggling when you're alone
When you're alone
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
This sullen Welsh heart
It won't leave, it won't give up
The hating half of me
Has won the battle easily
The battle easily
Lyrics submitted by manic4manics
This Sullen Welsh Heart Lyrics as written by Nicholas Jones James Bradfield
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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"The first line, 'I don’t want my children to grow up like me, it’s too soul destroying, it’s a mocking disease', sets the tone for the kind of cruel self examination of the album. It’s about looking in the mirror and realising we’re all 44, and while we’re still deeply enthralled and still in love with the delusion of being in a band and playing to people, and all those brilliant rock cliches which we’ve always specialised in - we probably can’t do it any more. That line, 'I can’t fight this war anymore, time to surrender, time to move on', I don’t want to be like that but I think… it’s better if we are. It’s The Holy Bible for middle aged men - the horror of realising you’re in charge, you’re the grown up. I think our generation hangs on to being young more than any there’s ever been, but it’s fucking hard. Musically it’s very tender, we wanted something very Leonard Cohen-ish with Lucy [Rose] adding those beautiful textures. I think it’s the most sparse start to a Manics album."
-Nicky Wire