作词 : Astley, West
Do you believe it what the papers say?
Theyre driving me insane

they push me over my limit

Do you believe it they
catch me every time?

It ought to be a crime. wo,
the things they say

There ought to be a reason
for turning black to white

Sometimes get the feeling
that its done to spite

They dont need a reason
to turn your world around

Im waiting for the bell to ring

I want the children to sing

And Im waiting for the bad man to fall

Im just about done with it all

Do you believe it, when politicians talk

And make, make the people

walk into the fire

Do, you concede, is there no reprieve

From their power game,

I know theres someone to blame

We ought to be forgiven

for taking in their words

They dont even write them

now is that absurd

They dont need a reason

to tear your world apart

And Im just about done with it all

With it all

And Im waiting, you know Im waiting
For the angels to sing for
the freedom it brings
For the bad man to fall
When the children call,

I want the angels to sing
And Im just about done with it all
And Im waiting for the bell to ring
I want the children to sing
And Im waiting for the bad man to fall
Im done with it all