Album: No Daylights... Nor Heeltaps

Penny Dreadful

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.

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Saw you in a magazine,
They're callin' 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.)

DJ's, VJ's, Pimps and Trollops,
Nevermind music, this is bollocks!

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(Musical interlude.)

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.

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Commercial suicide's appealing
After ten years on this losing streak.
But I'd rather be called sour and bitter
Than be deemed the flavour of the week.

(Chorus)

Extra, extra, read all about it!

(Chorus)