Crackpot History and the Right to Lie Songtext
von Adam and the Ants
Crackpot History and the Right to Lie Songtext
People come, people go
How long I′ll stay, I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word
I hope my time will come
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
People love, people hate
For my downfall, they just can′t wait
When showbiz is a dirty word
I hope my time will come
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
I wish that everyone could see
A show by Liza Minnelli
Such a marvellous lady
Talent by the ton
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
People lie, people hurt
Like to read their Sunday dirt
So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde
To blame the business on
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Every rebel that I've met
They say they're going to die and yet
I′ve seen them now and they ain′t dead yet
And pushing forty one
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Pumping is a splendid gift
I hope that you will catch my drift
Some like pumping in the lift
Just like the Scottish Tongs
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
There is nothing like the sound
Of a nicely laundered pound
Trying to collect around
Forty million
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Crackpot history
How long I′ll stay, I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word
I hope my time will come
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
People love, people hate
For my downfall, they just can′t wait
When showbiz is a dirty word
I hope my time will come
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
I wish that everyone could see
A show by Liza Minnelli
Such a marvellous lady
Talent by the ton
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
People lie, people hurt
Like to read their Sunday dirt
So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde
To blame the business on
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Every rebel that I've met
They say they're going to die and yet
I′ve seen them now and they ain′t dead yet
And pushing forty one
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Pumping is a splendid gift
I hope that you will catch my drift
Some like pumping in the lift
Just like the Scottish Tongs
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
There is nothing like the sound
Of a nicely laundered pound
Trying to collect around
Forty million
Crackpot history
And the right to lie
Crackpot history
Writer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com