Lyrics

Gimmick
(Words and music by Allan Dawson)

I scrimp and scrape and I write my music,
As I rattle on down the Tube.
But I know its goin' nowhere, coz the kids have got no money,
Coz they put it all into you.
This is my blood sweat and tears,
To you its a life of fun.
As I worry about my music,
You wonder how it's done.

There's a “big man” up top,
He's making all the right moves for you.
He think's its the way of the future,
Thinks he's pullin' something new.
As the kids grow up today,
They don't know what quality means.
Coz they're parting with their money,
For the shit they see on telly and their,
Brains are turning to beans.

Over this Gimmick.

I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.

As I drive through the city,
Your name's up in the lights.
I don't know how you made it.
No-one even thinks its right.
I read your interview,
You're telling me it's getting hard.
Perhaps its not for you?
Perhaps you should have been cleaning cars!

Gimmick!

I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.

I scrimp and scrape and I write my music,
As I rattle on down the Tube.
But I know its goin' nowhere, coz the kids have got no money,
Coz they put it all into you.
You might be today's flavour,
But tomorrow you'll be out the door,
Wallowing in your failure,
Coz it's written on the wall.

You're a Gimmick.

I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
I see you trying to pull the wool over our eyes.