Текст песни The Chosen Ones - Nik Kershaw

Here, we are safe
We are wrapped in our bubble
Of disinfected trouble
We can′t begin to know
There they are, where they are
Lost in the mire
Of disaffected liar
And angry Holy Joe
Hear us wax lyrical
Wise words satirical
With air guitars and poison puns
We really are the chosen ones
And though we are smug
We are cocksure and clever
We know that we know better
We know that we are right
It's word jazz, as plain as
The nose on your Facebook
It′s all clear as day looks
It's all in black and white
Wait till they hear us shout
We have so much to shout about
We shoot the stars with water guns
We really are the chosen ones
We hold the real gold
The truth is in the telling
And everything we're selling
Will surely come to be
We hold the higher ground
They′re all bound to see it
I′d even guarantee it
My friends - they all agree
Deep down, they know we're right
So, we′ll sleep in peace tonight
With air guitars and poison puns
We shoot the stars with water guns
Just wait until our Kingdom comes
'Cause still we are the chosen ones