| Lyrics: | Adam ant
We are guilty, we are beyond hope
We beg to differ, we are a terminal
case
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
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We depress the press, darlings
We're on the outside, but we're not looking in
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We are the vaseline gang, don't play your little games
Press darlings, press darlings,
press darlings
Press darlings, press darlings
We depress the press, darlings
And if evil be the food of genius
There aren't many demons around
If passion ends in
fashion
Nick kent / bushell is the best-dressed man in town
Are we different?
- no
We are exactly the same
There are no boxes for us
The ones you
love to hate - so read on! |
