Penny Dreadful - Skyclad

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 a 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

DJ’s, VJ’s, pimps and trollops

Never mind music, this is bollocks

I saw you in a magazine

They’re calling you Messiah

They must be living in a dream

They couldn’t be more wrong

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 a magazine

They’re calling you Messiah

They must be living in a dream

They couldn’t be more wrong

Commercial suicide’s appealing

After 10 years on this losing streak

'cause I’d rather be called sour and bitter

Than be deemed the flavour of the week

I saw you in a 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 a magazine

They’re calling you Messiah

They must be living in a dream

They couldn’t be more wrong