you might think it fucking stinks, it doesn't matter what you think. It's sold you and fight we must. Power of the press, the nation thinks through me. Power of the press
Vertimas: Angelic Upstarts. Galia Pranešimai.
Are they at war, who can justify? Are you so holy, have you got the right? Who is the judge and who is your jury? Or let them get it by decree? What
Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind. Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why, a reason why. I see the man in the big
I stand accused, I feel abused, won?t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy I stand accused, I feel abused, won?t
thinks you might think it fucking stinks, it doesn't matter what you think. It?s sold you and fight we must. Power of the press, the nation thinks through me. Power of the press
Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he?s just pretend. Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile
In a station in the city a British soldier stood Talking to the people there if the people would Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain