We are beyond hope.
We beg to differ.
We are a terminal case.
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings,
Press darlings, press darlings,
We depress, the press darlings.
We're on the ouside,
But we're not looking in.
We are the vaseline gang,
We don't play your little games.
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings,
Press darlings, press darlings,
We depress, the press darlings.
And if evil, be the food of genius,
There aren't many demons around.
If passion, ends in fashion,
Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town.
Are we different? No.
We are exactly the same.
There are no boxes for us,
The ones you love to hate. So read on!
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings,
Press darlings, press darlings,
We depress, the press darlings.
And if evil, be the food of genius,
There aren't many demons around.
If passion, ends in fashion,
Bushell is the best-dressed man in town.
You can say that again, the scruffy sod!
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings,
Press darlings, press darlings,
We depress ...
Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings,
Press darlings, press darlings,
We are the press darlings.
The press darlings
The press darlings
The press darlings
And they tell fibs!
Adam Ant