I Ain't the One Songtext
von The Angels

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 don′t 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