Socialist Serenade — Manic Street Preachers

What's the pointin an education When you have to pay for the privilege? 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 a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a 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 a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name to New Forget the fucking Labour