Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done
You believe what you read in the printed lies
But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes
And yes I've done a lot of things that you'd probably call a crime
But I don't feel guilty for anything
All the tongues waggle but we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers going for a while
All the tongues waggle but we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers going for a while
I live within natural justice, I understand nature's law
But you talk about Christian morals . . .
How, how you love it, how you love it, how you love it
You go out and you find it
How you love it, how you love it
Such horror, oh such a farce, a little bit of broken glass
You should think yourself lucky that this was done
You'll have something you can whine about for years to come
Who of
Well, yes I've done a lot of things that you'd definitely call a crime
But I don't feel guilty enough for any of them
How, how you love it, how you love it, how you love this
You go out and you find it
How you love it, how you love it
All the tongues waggle but we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers going for a little while
All the tongues waggle but we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers going for a while
Me thinks the Lady doth protest to much