I Ain't The One — Angels

Smokers smoking in the smoking room, fishes in the fish tank sailors waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sank well dressed wax-work wound up to walk stares through the window clown in the alley-way looking for an exit, facing the shadows I don't patronise you I dont' try to put you down I don't criticise you I ain't the one , I ain't the one to judge Hard hitting journalist, says he's a communist says he believes in world war III lives in a high-rent luxury apartment, he ain't fooling me I don't patronise you I dont' try to put you down I don't criticise you I ain't the one , I ain't the one to judge Reading the newspaers, keeping in touch they steal your secrets, but i ain't the one to judge