Penny Dreadful (Skyclad Cover) (Bonus Track)

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 the magazine
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn’t be more wrong

Oh if we’d played this riff more punk
Than may be 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

DJs, VJs, pimps and trollops
Never mind music – this is bollocks...

I saw you in the magazine
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn’t be more wrong

(Ah... ah... ah... oh!)

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 the 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 then be deemed the flavor of the week
Of the week, of the week, week of the week

I saw you in the 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 the magazine
They’re calling you messiah
They must be living in a dream
They couldn’t be more wrong