Adam Ant Press Darlings Lyrics

Press Darlings Lyrics

Adam ant



We are guilty, we are beyond hope

We beg to differ,
we are a terminal case

Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress the press, darlings



We’re on the outside, but we’re not looking in

We are the
vaseline gang, don’t play your little games

Press darlings, press
darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress
the press, darlings

And if evil be the food of genius

There
aren’t many demons around

If passion ends in fashion

Nick kent /
bushell is the best-dressed man in town



Are we different? - no



We are exactly the same

There are no boxes for us

The
ones you love to hate - so read on!