Same Old Story - Public Image Ltd.

Some people got more kicks than halfpence

Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement

All of this pointed, like perfect TV

When you’re sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind

Your flexible nature, serving no purpose

Like a terrible artist, your using no shadow

The king of this castle, is pulling new shades

Gilding the lilies, and all of them fakes

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story, same old story

Typical tragic, small house and small street

Narrow the outlook, small minded complete

The emperor’s new clothes, get clearer and clearer

Dictate to the fingers, that tighten the trigger

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story, same old story, same old story

And the king of this castle is pulling new shapes

Life is a poison, it begins at home

Pride is a trinket, security blanket

Tangle the spiders on the webs that we weave

Who gets the mansions?

Same old story

We get the ruins

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story

Who gets the mansions?

We get the ruins

Same old story