Elvenking - Penny Dreadful Lyrics
Forgive me if I'm out of order -This new 'music' has no soulIt may be good for making money,Sadly that is not my goalIntegrity and honesty are words that you don't understand,but you're the best - it says so in the penny dreadful in your handI saw you in a magazine,They're calling you messiahThey must be living in a dream -they couldn't be more wrongIf we'd played this riff more punkThen maybe we'd have had a million sellerBut this piper's tune is not for sale,I'm glad to say I'm not that kind of fellaD.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops,Never mind music - this is bollocksI saw you in a magazine,They're calling you messiahThey must be living in a dream -They couldn't be more wrong.Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell outTurn on, tune up, cash in, sell outStand your ground behind the times -And refuse to follow fashionWrite your poetry with anger,And then sing it with a passionPainted faces in a circus - images that spring to mind,When I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kindI saw you in a magazine,They're calling you messiahThey must be living in a dream -They couldn't be more wrongCommercial suicide's appealing afterTen years on this losing streak'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitterThan be deemed the flavour of the weakOf the weak, of the weakWeak of the weakI saw you in a magazine,They're calling you messiahThey must be living in a dream -They couldn't be more wrongExtra, extra, read all about it!I saw you in a magazine,They're calling you messiahThey must be living in a dream -They couldn't be more wrong
