Lyrics Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Socialist Serenade

What's the point in an education

When you have to pay for the priveledge

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 the socialist serenade

Yes I have money but I hate champagne

This is the 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 the socialist serendade

Yes I have money but O hate champagne

This is the socialist serenade

I can't see the past anywhere

Anywhere

This is the socialist serenade

Yes I have monet but I hate champagne

This is the socialist serendade

I can't see the past anywhere

Anywhere

Change your name to new

Forget the fucking Labour