Lyrics

Here comes the new pretender A bible in his hand He thinks he will be happy He thinks that life is grand I have learnt how to be grateful For the scraps that fall from your table Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Here comes the new pretender He looks just like the old He would get a big surprise When he finds hell is cold There are those who want to warm you Then one day they won't phone you Oh, oh-oh, oh And in every sleepy town You will find heads full of dreams Heads full of dreams There goes the new pretender He won't last that long There will be a new face To sing the same old song, oh He will learn how to be grateful For the scraps that fall from your table Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Here comes the new pretender