Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - Prologue To History
Were we theKinnock factor Am I talking private sector Do I think I`m Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend who`s now undercover He`s gone, I`m no deserter Perhaps I`m hard, all the same
Today a poet who can`t play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world`s greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don`t wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to histo...
So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson, that is decadent Read the papers and the business section Check out the tessas and the pensions Call my friends, they`re alright So I pray for the safety of the night
Today a poet who can`t play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world`s greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don`t wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to histo...
Remember ethnic cleansing in the Highlands No one says a thing in the middle of England I`m bruised fruit but still taste so nice So if you look at me, you`d better look twice I`m talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can`t make contact
Today a poet who can`t play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett`s playing outside half Next year the world`s greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don`t wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to history
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