Manic Street Preachers - The Passing Show lyrics
[Manic Street Preachers - The Passing Show lyrics]
In pursuit of all your dreams, your dreams
You can't deny those stifled screams, screams
Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you're ever stopping us now
I won't hear those sad refrains anymore
Your Paradise is set to fall, to fall
At least sell me something
That feels like home, like home
Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you're ever stopping us now
I won't hear those sad refrains anymore
I've always believed in higher taxation
I've never been bitter
Never blamed the tax man
You can't deny those stifled screams, screams
Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you're ever stopping us now
I won't hear those sad refrains anymore
Your Paradise is set to fall, to fall
At least sell me something
That feels like home, like home
Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you're ever stopping us now
I won't hear those sad refrains anymore
I've always believed in higher taxation
I've never been bitter
Never blamed the tax man