Smokers smoking 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 an exit, facing the shadows
I don’t patronise you I don’t try to put you down I don’t criticise you
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 I don’t try to put you down I don’t criticise you
I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one to judge
Reading the newspapers, keeping in touch they steal your secrets, but i ain’t the one to judge