I Ain't The One

The Angels - I Ain't The One
Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)

Smokers smoking 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 dont' 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 dont' 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