Lyrics:

Were we the Kinnock factor Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend who's now undercover He's gone, I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard, all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to histo... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson, that is decadent Read the papers and the business section Check out the tessas and the pensions Call my friends, they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to histo... Remember ethnic cleansing in the Highlands No one says a thing in the middle of England I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice So if you look at me, you'd better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to history