You say power to the people But you keep your fingers crossed And we dream away the time of day Now the power has been lost It was seven years of saying to the Mirror that you know But you don't know what's good for radio I walked among the fallout With the people that you meet But none of them would call out It was Positively 4th Street Who cares what's right or wrong As long as you're Looking good in Soho And you don't know what's good for Radio Effortlessly trying way too hard Smiling as you look down at the stars Luck comes fast and leaves before you know it And hungrily you lead the life of poet