Letras
Cut out picture of a sugar tart
With olive skin and a purple heart
Concrete shoes, it's just the start
Of bigger things unseen
The heroes of our glory days
They ride upon the hip hoorays
Of hometown girls who've been displayed
In dirty magazines
And what am I supposed to do with you?
Just tell me everything I've heard before
Like it was news
Like it was news
The miners strike, hold out for love
We bust their heads, push and shove
By helmet light, we rise above
And say, "Look out below"
They're such a grim romantic crew
Swear they won't forget, but do
It leaves them free to cry anew
At every song we know
And what am I supposed to do with you?
Just tell me everything I wanna hear
Like it was true
Like it was true
Like it was true
Sometimes I wish I was king
And held the end of every string
The fear, the prize, the mortal stain
Of what will come of this
For now I let all chance unwind
To keep our secret hearts entwined
And if I choose to see this as a sign
It surely is
And what am I supposed to do with you?
Just tell me everything I've heard before
Like it was news
Like it was news
Like it was news