The Chickpea Darlings - Ugly Pop Stars

In the great socialist state
For which I patiently wait
There will be many more ugly pop stars
And that glorious day
For which I ardently pray
Will bring forth legions of ugly pop stars
And when the cistern of humanity empties
There'll be a tidal wave nothing can stop
And there'll be many more ugly pop stars
But so much fragile, dangerous, wretched
Infected, infectious, delicious, vicious and beautiful pop

Nothing cute or sweet or cuddly
Just poor and sick and old and ugly
Strangely real and strangely lovely
To me

Well, we'll all hear what we've missed
From the shamefully unkissed
Lips of those ugly pop stars
And we'll all copy the moves
From the battered and bruised
Hips of those ugly pop stars
And they will have our hearts enslaved
The moment the needle is dropped
Those beaten and broken pop stars
And their agonised, tortured, limping
Crippled, precious, pathetic, poetic and beautiful pop

I'll storm pop's Winter Palace
With ugly Alan and fat Alice
They've seen life from the shadows
They're bringing sticks and arrows
Guns and bombs and no tomorrows

And the masses will swarm
To the mangroves that spawned
This epidemic of ugly pop stars
And they will clog up the charts
With their unspeakable art
Those gorgeously ugly pop stars
And we'll march in a hit parade
Of songs that will make your heart stop
From those pitifully ugly pop stars
And their deviant, demanding, tempting, terrified, terrifying
Difficult, drop-dead-fuck-off-beautiful pop

Written by:
Huw Darling

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