Penny Dreadful

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

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 weak
Of the weak, of the weak
Weak 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