(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)Smokers smoking in the smoking room, fishes in the fish tanksailors waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sankwell dressed wax-work wound up to walkstares through the windowclown in the alley-way looking for an exit, facing the shadowsI don't patronise youI dont' try to put you downI don't criticise youI ain't the one , I ain't the one to judgeHard hitting journalist, says he's a communistsays he believes in world war IIIlives in a high-rent luxury apartment, he ain't fooling meI don't patronise youI dont' try to put you downI don't criticise youI ain't the one , I ain't the one to judgeReading the newspaers, keeping in touchthey steal your secrets, but i ain't the one to judge----------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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