Lyrics I Ain't The One - Live - The Angels

One, two, three, four

Smokers choking in a smoking room, fishes in the fish tank
Sailor waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sank
A well-dressed wax-work wound up to walk, stares in the window
Clown in the alley-way looking for an exit, facing the shadow

I don't patronise you
I don't try to put you down
I don't criticise you

'Cause I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge

A hard hitting journalist, says he's a communist
Says he believes in World War III
Lives in a high-rent luxury apartment
He ain't fooling me

I don't patronise him
I don't try to put you down
I don't criticise you

'Cause I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge

Reading the newspaper, keeping in touch
They steal your secrets, I ain't the one to judge

Well, I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge