No Bleeding Hearts - Steve Harley, Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice, Robert Gladwell

Don’t tell me I belong

I don’t care where the keys are

Don’t tell me that you long

To brush my hair where the bees are

You’ll never see the darkest night

Or the colour of the Negro

The beauty’s in the innocence below

Your adolescent charms

Free my soul, feed my ego

As you navigate the calm

Sand and storm, that goes where we go

The legacy of old wives' tales

Diminishes reality

Of minor parts played out on bended knee

No preachers, no religious key

No bleeding hearts, no refugee,

No hope

Don’t tell me of regrets

All in all no concession

No one can read our heads

No one can hear our confession

We celebrate in plastic shows

And the seventies are throwaway

In minor keys and drugs that steal the day

No preachers, no religious key

No bleeding hearts, no refugee,

No hope

You think that you perform

But you perform like a stray dog

You shelter from the storm

By counting time like a meat hog

It’s hard to see the darkest night

Or the colour of the Negro

I wanna see the light before I go

No preachers, no religious key

No bleeding hearts, no refugee,

No hope