Steve Bell Follow

What the papers say?
They're driving me insane
They push me over my limit

Do you believe it
They catch me every time?
It ought to be a crime
The things they say

There ought to be a reason for turning black to white
Sometimes get the feeling that it's done to spite
They don't need a reason to turn your world around

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

Do you believe it
When politicians talk
And make the people walk
Into the fire?

Do you concede?
Is there no reprieve
From their power games?
I know there's someone to blame

We ought to be forgiven for taking in their words
They don't even write them, now is that absurd?
They don't need a reason to tear your world apart

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

Just about done, done with it all
Just about done, done with it all
Just about done, done with it all
Just about done, done with it all
Just about done, done with it all
Just about done with it all

And I'm waiting, you know I'm 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 I'm just about done with it all

And I'm waiting for the bell to ring
I want the children to sing
And I'm waiting for the bad man to fall
I'm done with it all

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

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

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

And I'm waiting for the bell to ring

What the papers say?
They're driving me insane