Текст Manic Street Preachers – The Passing Show

In pursuit of all your dreams, your dreams
You can’t deny those stifled screams, screams

Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you’re ever stopping us now

Your Paradise is set to fall, to fall
At least sell me something that feels like home, like home

Set the control to the centre of the sun
There’s no way you’re ever stopping us now
I won’t hear those sad refrains anymore

I’ve always believed in higher taxation
I’ve never been bitter, never blamed the tax man