Press Darlings

We are guilty, We are beyond hope We beg to differ We are a terminal case Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press darlings We're on the outside But we're not looking in We are the Vaseline gang We don't play your little games Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press darlings And if evil be the food of genius There aren't many demons around If passion ends in fashion Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town Are we different? No We are exactly the same There are no boxes for us The ones you love to hate, so read on! Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress the press darlings And if evil be the food of genius There aren't many demons around If passion ends in fashion Bushell is the best-dressed man in town (you can say that again, the scruffy sod!) Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We depress Press darlings, press darlings, press darlings Press darlings, press darlings We are the press darlings The press darlings The press darlings The press darlings (and they tell fibs!) --- Press Darlings - Adam Ant and Adam and the Ants