Letra de 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