Open out onto the stage

the smalltown star tonight

flexes out for fame and fortune

into the light

the way she tears into the heart

makes me realise

that i never understood hatred

till i looked into those eyes - she cries



No one's going to talk down to me again

no,no one's ever going to patronise me again

i'm going to get out of this town

steal myself a crown

i'm going to get myself some power

if it's the last thing that i do.



Heading out of Bradford

with a ticket on the train

and a faith as hard as steel

and sharp as any pain

gets pictures in the papers

smiling oh so good

while she lies in bed with racing dreams

hot as blood

cos love will make you happy

yeah,love will keep you warm

and love can build a cushion

to keep you safe from harm

but hate will drive you onwards

yeah,hate will drive you upwards

till you get back all the bastards

whoever tried,oh how they tried - to put you down.



And when she's gone forever

please don't lay her down to rest

in a quiet little churchyard

along with all the rest

throw a great big party

to remember that she lived

give her headlines on the TV

to remember who she is

cos no one's ever going to

talk down to her again

no,no one's ever going to patronise her again

she's going to get out of this town

steal herself a crown

she's going to get herself some power

if it's the last thing

the last thing that she does

if it's the one thing that she does

if it's the only thing..that she ever does