Penny Dreadful

Lyrics
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 If we'd played this riff more punk Then maybe 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 D.J.s, V.J.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 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 Ten years on this losing streak 'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitter Than be deemed the flavour of the week Of the week, of the week Weak 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 Extra, extra, read all about it! 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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Credits
- Writers
- Martin Walkyier
- Graeme English