Lirieke:
Angelic Upstarts Power Of The Press

you might think it fucking stinks, it doesn't matter what you think. It's sold you and fight we must. Power of the press, the nation thinks through me. Power of the press

Are they at war, who can justify? Are you so holy, have you got the right? Who is the judge and who is your jury? Or let them get it by decree? What

I stand accused, I feel abused, won?t someone listen to me? I see your face; I see no trace. I ask no sympathy I stand accused, I feel abused, won?t

Call himself a brother, call himself a friend, put him on the moment, you can see he?s just pretend. Smile your way through it, a kiss in the end. Smile