The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue The blue eyes fool you They're just gelignite Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
Cds and T-shirts promos and God knows You know I couldn't last Someone please take me home
The teenagers, who love you They will wake up, yawn and kill you The teenagers, who love you They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue The blue eyes fool you They're just gelignite Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
Cds and T-shirts promos and God knows You know I couldn't last Someone please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and It weighs so heavy on my back Someone please take me home
The critics who, can't break you They somehow help to make you The critics who, can't break you Unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days Of the gold discs Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles You know I couldn't last Accountants rampant You know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism Thrown my way to stay And the northern leeches go on Removing, removing, removing
Then in the end Your royalties bring you luxuries Your royalties bring you luxuries Oh but The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind
Compositores: Alain Gordon Whyte (Alain Whyte) (PRS), Gary Day, Steven Morrisey (BMI)Editores: Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B V (BUMA), Sm Publishing Uk Limited (PRS), Polygram Music Publishing Pty (SAMRO)Publicado em 2005 (22/Fev) e lançado em 2004 (01/Jun)ECAD verificado obra #1657427 e fonograma #908246 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM