A Man Of Great Promise – Style Council

And I read of how you died in pain –
Well I just couldn’t understand it
If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I’d do it now
But there is no going back –
And what’s done is done forever

But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream –
And the more you saw you hated

But let’s not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame –
You had a dangerous passion

But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt –
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt


Lyric A Man Of Great Promise – Style Council