كلمات Gloria Gloom

Like so many of you I've got my doubts about how much to contribute to the already rich among us... How long can I pretend that music's more relevant than fighting for a socialist world? Someone watching us - knows I'm bad Black plastic along blue-black wall Small square of places where dead men can look through Run along and see the prison bar Throw a stone across an empty road You and your friend will be found Outside the daydream I've woken up to watch you sleep...