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.
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 weak.
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.