Open out onto the stage
the smalltown star tonight
flexes out for fame and fortune
into the light
the way she tears into the heart
makes me realise
that i never understood hatred
till i looked into those eyes - she cries
No one's going to talk down to me again
no,no one's ever going to patronise me again
i'm going to get out of this town
steal myself a crown
i'm going to get myself some power
if it's the last thing that i do.
Heading out of Bradford
with a ticket on the train
and a faith as hard as steel
and sharp as any pain
gets pictures in the papers
smiling oh so good
while she lies in bed with racing dreams
hot as blood
cos love will make you happy
yeah,love will keep you warm
and love can build a cushion
to keep you safe from harm
but hate will drive you onwards
yeah,hate will drive you upwards
till you get back all the bastards
whoever tried,oh how they tried - to put you down.
And when she's gone forever
please don't lay her down to rest
in a quiet little churchyard
along with all the rest
throw a great big party
to remember that she lived
give her headlines on the TV
to remember who she is
cos no one's ever going to
talk down to her again
no,no one's ever going to patronise her again
she's going to get out of this town
steal herself a crown
she's going to get herself some power
if it's the last thing
the last thing that she does
if it's the one thing that she does
if it's the only thing..that she ever does
