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There's misery in all I hear and see From the people on TV After their tea when life begins again They'll be happier than me There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday From the view I saw today I took a bet inside the launderette With a girl from Wallasey She spoke in dialect I could not understand But one thing she made clear There was no coming on to her There was no way Instrumental There's misery in all I hear and see From the people on TV After their tea when life begins again They'll be happier than me There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday From the view I saw today I took a bet inside the launderette With a girl from Wallasey SongtexteShe spoke in dialect I could not understand But one thing she made clear There was no coming on to her There was no way That she could respect If it couldn't see That the girl just wants to be Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while She's writing in the style Of any riot girl "The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a revolutionary part to all feudal, idyllic relationships. It has resolved personal worth and in place of freedom is exploitation for profit alone. There is a spectre of the past in my bold assertion. We could learn much from the past Aus Songtexte Mania