You fell in love with a one man band
He played you sang along
You give you love away baby, and he took it for a song
At the time, you thought it was fair trade
The tune you got now, he can't even play

Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet
Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet
Painted by a master touch
Beautiful but it don't mean much
You should write a song about that
You should write a song about that

All movies now are remakes
We prefer the originals
We're the fans of analogue
In a world that's gone digital
Not much is new
In anything we do or say
And as for music
All the good songs are covers anyway

A table by the window to watch the passing storm
The street is a painting melting , our Sunday in the borne

Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet
Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet
Painted by a master touch
Beautiful but it don't mean much
You should write a song about that
You should write a song about that

Bullet hole stars sprayed across the dawning sky
Light bleeds through so slowly, as we talk of saying goodbye

Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet
Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet
Painted by a master touch
It's beautiful but it don't mean much
You should write a song about that
You should write a song about that


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