Penny Dreadful Lyrics

Penny Dreadful lyrics

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



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I saw you in a magazine,

They're calling you messiah

They must be living in a dream -

They couldn't be more wrong