Press Darlings (Live) Songtext / Lyric

We are guilty, 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 outside, 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

Bushel is the best-dressed man in town



Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We depress the



Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings

We are the press, darlings



The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, the press darlings

The press darlings, press darlings

Press darlings, press darlings



And I tell Fibbs