| Song | The Revolution Will Be Televised |
| Artist | The Wildhearts |
| Album | The Wildhearts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wildhearts | |
| Pictures of dying going nationwide | |
| While they're cold and hungry on the streets outside | |
| Broken promises and broken homes | |
| And they're all queuing up for the government loan | |
| Pledging your millions off a TV screen | |
| While the shit on your doorstep remains unseen | |
| Who said charity begins at home? | |
| And you're all holding out for the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| You buy their trust so you trust their war | |
| That's what they're paid to lead the Country for | |
| A flag and a pension and a marble stone | |
| Supplied and provided by the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| Pill dependence under private health | |
| While the rest of the world are medicating themselves | |
| The only guarantee is when we open our eyes | |
| This revolution will be televised | |
| I'm standing at the edge of the world | |
| There's chaos in the city as the capitol burns | |
| I'm calling, calling | |
| I'm standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide with American Express and | |
| I'm calling, calling | |
| I'm standing in the ghost of the town | |
| Looking up in the hope someone's looking back down and | |
| I'm calling, calling | |
| I'm standing with my back to the wall | |
| And the signs in my head says I'll be dead before I’m gonna fall | |
| I’m calling, calling | |
| I'm standing at the edge of the world | |
| There's chaos in the city as the capital burns | |
| I'm calling, calling | |
| I'm standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide for the fashionably dressed and | |
| I'm calling, calling | |
| I'm standing here looking at you | |
| And you're looking back at me like there's something I can do and | |
| I'm calling, calling |
| zuo qu : Wildhearts | |
| Pictures of dying going nationwide | |
| While they' re cold and hungry on the streets outside | |
| Broken promises and broken homes | |
| And they' re all queuing up for the government loan | |
| Pledging your millions off a TV screen | |
| While the shit on your doorstep remains unseen | |
| Who said charity begins at home? | |
| And you' re all holding out for the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| You buy their trust so you trust their war | |
| That' s what they' re paid to lead the Country for | |
| A flag and a pension and a marble stone | |
| Supplied and provided by the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| Pill dependence under private health | |
| While the rest of the world are medicating themselves | |
| The only guarantee is when we open our eyes | |
| This revolution will be televised | |
| I' m standing at the edge of the world | |
| There' s chaos in the city as the capitol burns | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide with American Express and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing in the ghost of the town | |
| Looking up in the hope someone' s looking back down and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing with my back to the wall | |
| And the signs in my head says I' ll be dead before I' m gonna fall | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the edge of the world | |
| There' s chaos in the city as the capital burns | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide for the fashionably dressed and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing here looking at you | |
| And you' re looking back at me like there' s something I can do and | |
| I' m calling, calling |
| zuò qǔ : Wildhearts | |
| Pictures of dying going nationwide | |
| While they' re cold and hungry on the streets outside | |
| Broken promises and broken homes | |
| And they' re all queuing up for the government loan | |
| Pledging your millions off a TV screen | |
| While the shit on your doorstep remains unseen | |
| Who said charity begins at home? | |
| And you' re all holding out for the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| You buy their trust so you trust their war | |
| That' s what they' re paid to lead the Country for | |
| A flag and a pension and a marble stone | |
| Supplied and provided by the government loan | |
| And while your final trace of faith is being crucified | |
| And while your only means of escaping fear is suicide | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone | |
| Give us hope Give us hope | |
| You arrive alone and you die alone. Hey | |
| Pill dependence under private health | |
| While the rest of the world are medicating themselves | |
| The only guarantee is when we open our eyes | |
| This revolution will be televised | |
| I' m standing at the edge of the world | |
| There' s chaos in the city as the capitol burns | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide with American Express and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing in the ghost of the town | |
| Looking up in the hope someone' s looking back down and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing with my back to the wall | |
| And the signs in my head says I' ll be dead before I' m gonna fall | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the edge of the world | |
| There' s chaos in the city as the capital burns | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing at the gates of the west | |
| Where the doors open wide for the fashionably dressed and | |
| I' m calling, calling | |
| I' m standing here looking at you | |
| And you' re looking back at me like there' s something I can do and | |
| I' m calling, calling |