Trustworthy Little Sweethearts Lyrics

He wears the weed
They wear the torn
They wear the clothes that others have worn
Craving to live
Just like a king
Trustworthy little sweethearts
First come the pain then comes the joy

Saluting the flags of their ideals
Learning the passwords
They sound surreal
Craving to be
Like a TV star
Stars get lonely living in disguise
Trustworthy little soldiers
Raising your arms. Oh and what for? Iron in my blood
Flames inside my brain
And you say all is well
There's something wrong
And no-one says what it is

After the pain then the joy
Firstly the pain then the joy

Don't take away my rights to enjoy
The simple pleasures I had as a boy
Craving to be just like a TV star
Stars get lonely living in disguise
Trustworthy little sweethearts
After the pain then comes the joy

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