I Don't Need This Pressure Ron Lyrics by Billy Bragg
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What was that bang? It was the next big thing
Exploding over our heads
And soon the next generation
Will emerge from behind the bike sheds

What are we going to offer them?
The exact same thing as before
But a different way to wear it
And the promise of a whole lot more

Oh, pity the pressures at the top
The tantrums and the tears
And the sound of platinum cash tills
Ringing in their ears

Money maketh man a tory
Don't fire that assumption at me
I like toast as much as anyone
But not for breakfast, dinner and tea

So don't saddle me with your ideals
And spare me all your guilt
For a poet with all the answers
Has never yet been built

I see no shame in putting my name
To socialism's cause
Nor seeking some more relevance
Than spotlight and applause

Neither in the name of conscience
Nor the name of charity
Money is put where mouths are
In the name of solidarity

We sing of freedom
And we speak of liberation
But such chances come
But once a generation

So I'll ignore what I am sure
We're the best of your intentions
You are judged by your actions
And not by your pretensions

There is drudgery in social change
And glory for the few
And if you don't tell me what not to say
I won't tell you what not to do
What was that bang? It was the next big thing   Exploding over our heads   And soon the next generation   Will emerge from behind the bike sheds      What are we going to offer them?   The exact same thing as before   But a different way to wear it   And the promise of a whole lot more      Oh, pity the pressures at the top   The tantrums and the tears   And the sound of platinum cash tills   Ringing in their ears      Money maketh man a tory   Don't fire that assumption at me   I like toast as much as anyone   But not for breakfast, dinner and tea      So don't saddle me with your ideals   And spare me all your guilt   For a poet with all the answers   Has never yet been built      I see no shame in putting my name   To socialism's cause   Nor seeking some more relevance   Than spotlight and applause      Neither in the name of conscience   Nor the name of charity   Money is put where mouths are   In the name of solidarity      We sing of freedom   And we speak of liberation   But such chances come   But once a generation      So I'll ignore what I am sure   We're the best of your intentions   You are judged by your actions   And not by your pretensions      There is drudgery in social change   And glory for the few   And if you don't tell me what not to say   I won't tell you what not to do