מילים לשיר A Sermon – Police

Words and music by Stewart Copeland But it ain't the end
When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
It's only a trend You have to unbend
'Cause it's only a trend
Don't lose all your friends
Don't make heroes end You can ply your trade and push your crusade
When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate
'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Your old values will fade as you struggle to make the grade
Traps are all laid for and honest crusade
As you struggle to make the grade
(As you struggle to make the grade)
(You neededn't bother) But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore
The telephone's sure, you know the score
When you hit number four you're almost through the door
But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore
It's written in the news how you paid your dues But you've no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach number one you can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath,
To the wall like you've always planned
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse (ad lib to fade.