Manic Street Preachers - Prologue To History Lyrics
Were we the kinnock factorAm I talking private sectorDo I think Im shaun william ryderOr my former friend whos now undercoverHes gone, Im no deserterPerhaps Im hard, all the sameToday a poet who cant play guitarTomorrow steve ovett has injured his calfNext year the worlds greatest politicianYesterday the boy who once had a missionI dont wanna be a prologue to historyA prologue to histo...So I water my plants with evianA brand new dyson, that is decadentRead the papers and the business sectionCheck out the tessas and the pensionsCall my friends, theyre alrightSo I pray for the safety of the nightToday a poet who cant play guitarTomorrow steve ovett has injured his calfNext year the worlds greatest politicianYesterday the boy who once had a missionI dont wanna be a prologue to historyA prologue to histo...Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlandsNo one says a thing in the middle of englandIm bruised fruit but still taste so niceSo if you look at me, youd better look twiceIm talking rubbish to cover up the cracksAn empty vessel who cant make contactToday a poet who cant play guitarTomorrow phil bennetts playing outside halfNext year the worlds greatest politicianYesterday the boy who once had a missionI dont wanna be a prologue to historyA prologue to history
