lunes, octubre 22

Coffee & tv




Do you feel like a chain-store Practically flored One of many zeros Kicked around bored Your ears are full, but you're empty Holding out your heart To people who never really Care how you are So give me coffee and tv Peacefully I've seen so much, i'm going blind And i'm brain-dead virtually Sociability Is hard enough for me Take me away from this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start over again. Do you go to the country It isn't very far There's people there who'll hurt you'cos of who you are Your ears are full of their language There's wisdom there you're sure'till the words start swirling And you can't find the door

Parklife

Confidence is a preference For the habitual voyeur of what is known as... And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through what is known as... John's got brewer's droop He gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons They love a bit of it Who's that gut lord marching You should cut down on your porklife, mate Get some exercise All the people So many people And they all go Hand in hand Hand in hand through their Parklife I get up when i want Except on wednesdays When i get rudely awakened by the dustmen I put my trousers on Have a cup of tea And i think about leaving the house I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too It gives me a sense of enormous well-being And then i'm happy for the rest of the day Safe in the knowledge There will always be A bit of my heart devoted to it It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch technic, you know And it's not about you joggers Who go round and round and round