Lyrics - Penny Dreadful by Skyclad

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 punkthen 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.
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 afterten years on this losing streak.'
Cause
I'd rather be called sour and bitterthan be deemed the flavour 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.

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