Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark Sugar Tax
After all that we've been through,
at the ending of the day,
still your arms are open wide,
still you want to make me pay.
More than pennies, for my dreams,
make me bleed, to make me pay,
people charge, for making love,
know exactly what to do.
I will not pay, I will not pay,
I will not pay, your sugar tax.
Crying tears, you can't explain,
begging words, that won't be said,
you can drag me to the floor,
you won't take me to your bed.
I will not pay, I will not pay,
I will not pay, your sugar tax.
