Angels - I Ain't The One lyrics

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Smokers choking in the smoking room, fishes in the fish tank Sailors waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sank Well dressed wax-work wound up to walk Stares through the window Clown in the alley-way looking for an exit, facing the shadows I don't patronise you I don't' try to put you down I don't criticise you I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge Hard hitting journalist, says he's a communist Says he believes in world war iii Lives in a high-rent luxury apartment, he ain't fooling me I don't patronise you I don't' try to put you down I don't criticise you I ain't the one, I ain't the one to judge Reading the newspaers, keeping in touch They steal your secrets, but I ain't the one to judge