Somebody told me to vote Conservative
Tragedy is not known under
This dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rock'n'roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labor to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul
Working class clichés start here
Either cloth caps or smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul
Tragedy is not known under
This dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rock'n'roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labor to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul
Working class clichés start here
Either cloth caps or smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul
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Gold Against the Soul Lyrics as written by Edwards Bradfield
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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"It's an apocalyptic vision of Britain from the Thatcher years to the 'caring Nineties'. People got so selfish in the Eighties. To me, Roy Lynk (the right-wing leader of the Union of Democratic Mineworkers) was the archetypal Eighties person. He probably thought he was doing people good - but he's a class traitor. I hope that his children grow up to realise that. The media thinks that if you're working class, you've got to be one of two stereotypes - either tipping your cap to your employer, or a drug fiend permanently bombed out your skull. You've got to be a lager lout, or an effete Morrissey fan who never does anything. But working class people can be violent and sensitive." (Richey James)