Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moulding Of A Fool, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song The Last King Of Pop, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Record label: Virgin EMI Records
Song language: English
Moulding Of A Fool |
The play ground bully that forced you |
that cigarette at school |
it ain’t the nicotine or ash he pushed |
it was the moulding of a fool |
That mum and dad once telling you |
the way you’re dressed ain’t cool |
they ain’t no genuine fashion tips |
that’s the moulding of a fool |
the dummy that they shove in mouth |
as soon as you can speak |
the pushchair that they strap you in soon as you find your feet |
The car advert shorter skirt |
the film you gotta see |
that dish to cook the way you look |
the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top |
the senseless waste of breath |
Revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
The very first drop of alcohol |
the taste on tongue so cruel |
turns our dreams to plasticine |
and decent folks to fools |
the microscope the telescope |
the study of the jewels |
It’s the cutting of a gem alright |
it’s the moulding of a fool |
your death will pass unnoticed |
like a hiccup or a cough |
like the news of a mother mourning loss |
when televisions off |
The car advert shorter skirt |
the film you gotta see |
that dish to cook the way you look |
the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top |
the senseless waste of breath |
Revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
But written on the gravestone |
tattooed upon your neck |
is stay within the yellow lines |
and don’t wear stripe with check |
The car advert shorter skirt |
the film you gotta see |
that dish to cook the way you look |
the person you must be the cheapest shop the tightest top |
the senseless waste of breath |
Revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
revolution won’t be televised |
and neither will your death |
Put sunroof down on car |
turn the music loud |
and think that acting proud or rich |
will stand us from the crowd |