Paroles The chosen ones Nik Kershaw

The chosen ones

Here we are safe
We are wrapped in our bubble
Of disinfected trouble
We can't begin to know

There they are
Where they are
Lost in the mire
Of disaffected liar
And angry Holy Joe

Hear us wax lyrical
Wise words satirical
With air guitars and poison puns
We really are the chosen ones

And oh we are smug
We are cocksure and clever
We know that we know better
We know that we are right

It's word Jazz, as plain as
The nose on your Facebook
It's all clear as day looks
It's all in black and white

So wait till they hear us shout
We have so much to shout about
We shoot the stars with water guns
We really are the chosen ones

We hold the real gold
The truth's in the telling
And everything we're selling
Will surely come to be

We hold the high ground
They're all bound to see it
I'll even guarantee it
My friends, they all agree

Deep down they know we're right
So we'll sleep in peace tonight
With air guitars and poison puns
We shoot the stars with water guns

Just wait until our Kingdom comes
Cos here we are the chosen ones