I sing of aching backs
I sing of broken feet
I dream of shop closures so soon
'Cause I'm f*cking beat
Have you had a look in there?
They've stripped it bare
I think of stalking jeeps
Every time I see raven hair
I released album this week
But nobody cared
Have you had a look in there?
Ironing piled to the ceiling
I don't know what to read
Sometimes I don't know what you need
How many times can we say "tiny prisoners"?
Have you seen in there?
They've torn your bath to a sunder
Art is a lie and no one can ever change