Socialist Serenade (B-Side) [Remastered]

What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege?
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count the cripples and the blind

I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched way too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who's the real enemy

This is a socialist serenade
Yes, I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere

Some greater benefit for the people
Ha-ha-ha-ha, we all believed in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany

This is a socialist serenade
Yes, I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

This is a socialist serenade
Yes, I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name to new
Forget the fucking Labour



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield
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