歌词
Smokers choking in the smoking room, fishes in the fish tank
Sailors waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sank
Well-dressed wax-work wound up to walk, stares through the window
Clown in the alley-way looking for the exit, facing the shadow
I don't patronise you
Don't try to put you down
Don't criticise you
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
Hard hitting journalist, says he's a communist
Says he believes in World War III
Lives in a high-rent luxury apartment
He ain't fooling me
I don't patronise you
Don't try to put you down
Don't criticise you
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
Reading the newspaper, keeping in touch
They steal your secret, but I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge
Okay, Sylvania, would you thank The Angels?
