Last Exit On Yesterday
Manic Street Preachers Lyrics


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Dance to the valentine anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin

You're screaming so much
That I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold
And I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain just keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneness, life that just impails
As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Baby, can't have her little bit of love
'cause it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost




Laugh at the TV empty cell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your choice

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Last Exit On Yesterday" by Manic Street Preachers explore themes of emotional pain, disillusionment, and a desire for escape. The opening lines, "Dance to the valentine anthems that kill, Valium veins and eyes that sink," suggest a sense of numbing oneself to the pain and toxicity of love and relationships.


The line "Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip, Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin" speaks to a longing for a break from reality, a desire to escape the emotional entanglements that the singer finds suffocating. The mention of "stretched skin" might symbolize the physical and emotional vulnerability that comes with intimacy.


The following lines, "You're screaming so much, That I feel sorry to breathe, I wanna feel cold, And I wanna bleed your disease," convey a sense of overwhelming emotional turmoil and a wish to detach oneself from it. The singer feels suffocated and wants to experience a sense of cold detachment, perhaps as a way to distance themselves from the pain caused by someone else's emotional baggage or "disease."


The chorus, "Hold your head up and pray for the sun, But rain just keeps pouring on and on, Loveless, aloneness, life that just impales, As backs break thorns dig deeper in," paints a picture of hopelessness and a struggle against never-ending adversity. The imagery of rain pouring despite praying for sunlight symbolizes the persistent hardships and the feeling of being impaled by the pains and burdens of life.


The lyrics then shift to focus on a character who is deprived of love, represented by the lines "Baby, can't have her little bit of love, 'cause it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut." This character seems trapped in a toxic relationship, unable to receive the love they desire because their partner is emotionally unavailable or preoccupied with someone else.


The song critiques societal norms and expectations with lines such as "Lazy fat executive seller, Sway to the sound of another dead lover." These lyrics might reflect a disillusionment with superficiality, the pursuit of material success, and the cycle of failed relationships. The singer of the song feels tired and bored with the superficiality and emptiness of modern life represented by the TV and mundane existence.


In summary, "Last Exit On Yesterday" by Manic Street Preachers delves into the pain, disillusionment, and desire for escape experienced by its protagonist. The lyrics depict a longing to break free from toxic relationships, a sense of being overwhelmed by emotional turmoil, and a disillusionment with societal norms. Ultimately, the song captures a sense of hopelessness and a longing for a life away from the mundanity and superficiality that the singer finds stifling.


Line by Line Meaning

Dance to the valentine anthems that kill
Move to the rhythm of songs that celebrate destructive love


Valium veins and eyes that sink
Numbness and exhaustion caused by sedatives


Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
In a state of rest, desiring a complete escape from reality


Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin
Preferring not to wake up beside someone who has altered themselves greatly


You're screaming so much
Your cries are overwhelming


That I feel sorry to breathe
I'm burdened by guilt just for existing


I wanna feel cold
Longing for emotional detachment


And I wanna bleed your disease
Desiring to confront and overcome your harmful influence


Hold your head up and pray for the sun
Facing adversity with optimism, hoping for brighter days


But rain just keeps pouring on and on
Continuous hardships and disappointments


Loveless, aloneness, life that just impails
A painful existence filled with loneliness and lack of love


As backs break thorns dig deeper in
As we face obstacles, the pain and difficulties intensify


Baby, can't have her little bit of love
Unable to obtain even a small amount of affection


'cause it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut
Because her love is exclusively reserved for someone else


Lazy fat executive seller
A lethargic and greedy corporate figure


Sway to the sound of another dead lover
Find pleasure in the tales of failed romantic relationships


So dull and tired of his pretty face
Feeling bored and exhausted by someone's attractive appearance


Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost
They may seem honest, but they are deceitful


Laugh at the TV empty cell of life
Mocking the superficial and unfulfilling aspects of modern existence


Mundane exile it's not of your choice
Being forced into a monotonous and isolated life against your will




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Night Mike

Here is a good early one from the band, it had all their energy in tact, that even now remains fresh.

Nick Simpson

Absolute tear classic

Joe Crookes

Loving the reply! Very sarcastic yet quite serious!

Saluki

Raw Manics 👍

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Outta Limits

This would have slotted in nicely on Generation Terrorists. Replacing the dance remix Repeat or Damn Dog

Jenna Mallow

Cutest man's in the world,and that song is good:)

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Laugh at the TV, empty cell of life Mundane exile it's not of your choice Exac†ly. Where have †hese guys been all my Life! Damn, I feel so ou† of †he Loop or some†hin'

Idol2Idol

when the manics were a good band lol

George McKenna

If this stuff is good and their recent output isn't then I'm a vermicious knid

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