Press Darlings — текст песни (Adam And The Ants)

we are guilty, we are beyond hope
we beg to differ, we are a terminal case
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings
we depress the press, darlings

we`re on the outside, but we`re not looking in
we are the vaseline gang, don`t play your little games
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings
we depress the press, darlings
and if evil be the food of genius
there aren`t many demons around
if passion ends in fashion
nick kent / bushell is the best-dressed man in town

are we different? - no

we are exactly the same
there are no boxes for us
the ones you love to hate - so read on!