paroles de chanson Penny Dreadful (Full Shilling Mix) - Skyclad

Forgive me if I′m out of order
This new music has no soul
It may be good for making money
Sadly that is not my goal
Integrity and honesty
Are words that you don't understand
But you′re the best
It says so in the Penny Dreadful in your hand
I saw you in a magazine
They're calling you Messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn't be more wrong
"Oh, if we′d played this riff more punk
Than may be we′d have had a million-seller"
But this piper's tune is not for sale
I′m glad to say I'm not that kind of fella
DJ′s, VJ's, pimps and trollops
Never mind music, this is bollocks
I saw you in a magazine
They′re calling you Messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn't be more wrong
Turn on! Tune up!
Cash in! Sell out!
Stand your ground behind the times
And refuse to follow fashion
Write your poetry with anger
And then sing it with a passion
Painted faces in a circus
Images that spring to mind,
When I read my Penny Dreadful
Filled with pictures of your kind
I saw you in a magazine
They're calling you Messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn′t be more wrong
Commercial suicide′s appealing
After 10 years on this losing streak
'Cause I′d rather be called sour and bitter
Than be deemed the flavour of the week
I saw you in a magazine
They're calling you Messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn′t be more wrong
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I saw you in a magazine
They're calling you Messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn′t be more wrong