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Moulding of a Fool Lyrics

The play ground bully that forced you
That cigarette at school
It ain't the nicotine or ash he pushed
It was the moulding of a fool
That mum and dad once telling you
The way you're dressed ain't cool
They ain't no genuine fashion tips
That's the moulding of a fool
The dummy that they shove in mouth
As soon as you can speak
The pushchair that they strap you in
Soon as you find your feet

The car advert shorter skirt
The film you gotta see
That dish to cook the way you look
The person you must be
The cheapest shop the tightest top
The senseless waste of breath

Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death
Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death

The very first drop of alcohol
The taste on tongue so cruel
Turns our dreams to plasticine
And decent folks to fools
The microscope the telescope
The study of the jewels
It's the cutting of a gem alright
It's the moulding of a fool
Your death will pass unnoticed
Like a hiccup or a cough
Like the news of a mother mourning loss
When televisions off
The car advert shorter skirt
The film you gotta see
That dish to cook the way you look
The person you must be
The cheapest shop the tightest top
The senseless waste of breath

Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death
Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death
But written on the gravestone
Tattooed upon your neck
Is stay within the yellow lines
And don't wear stripe with check

The car advert shorter skirt
The film you gotta see
That dish to cook the way you look
The person you must be
The cheapest shop the tightest top
The senseless waste of breath

Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death
Revolution won't be televised
And neither will your death

Put sunroof down on car
Turn the music loud
And think that acting proud or rich
Will stand us from the crowd
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