Songtext von Things As They Are

On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are Remember the nights when you ripped through the bins Well, at four in the morning it made quite a din When you discovered those knickers of tin There's a story inside them somewhere I see that your blog western values espouses Both Russia and China with all due repouses That's real steel in Palestinian houses Is nobody's else's business On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are The paper you write for it is a loss leader It's haemorrhaging readers like a heavy bleeder They shuffle upstairs for a chat with St Peter Then nobody comes to replace them So why own these papers when money they're losing For someone like me it can feel quite confusing Unless it's to help with the choices we're choosing That's very thoughtful of them On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are On the page, you're a sage, you're a real superstar And every page is engaged in keeping things as they are