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Welcome to the best new six part Danish crime drama
She steams herself in marble rooms courtesy of Pig
I lose my self in the light of the TV courtesy of her father
She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder
Mother is juicing watermelons on the breakfast island
And with frail hands she grips the NutriBullet
And the bite of its blades reminds me of a future that I am in no way part of
And in a wall of photographs
In the downstairs second living rooms TV area
I become her father
And complain of medicore theatre in the daytime
And ice in single malt whisky at night
Of rising skirt hems and lowering IQs
And things just aren't built like they used to be
The absolute pinnacle of British engineering
And I am so ignorant now with all that I've learnt
I am invincible in these sunglasses
I am the Fonz
I am the jack of hearts
I am looking at you and you cannot tell I am more than the sum of my parts
I am looking at you with my best eyes and I wish you could tell
I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell
I am locked away in a high tech wraparound translucent blue tinted fortress
And you cannot touch me!
I am invincible in these sunglasses
I am 'modern-Scott Walker'
I am a surprisingly smooth talker
And I am invincible in these sunglasses
And I am so ignorant now with all that I've learnt
I'm more than adequate
Leave Kanye out of this
Leave your sertraline in the cabinet
And burn what's left of all the cards you kept
I'm more than adequate
Leave my Daddy's job out of this
Leave your sertraline in the cabinet
And burn what's left of all the cards you kept
She sells chemtrails
To the students at Bedales
I try to free myself from the grip
Of shellac nails
She sells chemtrails
To the students at Bedales
I try to free myself from the grip
Of shellac nails
She steams herself in marble rooms courtesy of Pig
I lose my self in the light of the TV courtesy of her father
She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder
And with frail hands she grips the NutriBullet
And the bite of its blades reminds me of a future that I am in no way part of
And in a wall of photographs
In the downstairs second living rooms TV area
I become her father
And complain of medicore theatre in the daytime
And ice in single malt whisky at night
Of rising skirt hems and lowering IQs
And things just aren't built like they used to be
The absolute pinnacle of British engineering
I am the Fonz
I am the jack of hearts
I am looking at you and you cannot tell I am more than the sum of my parts
I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell
I am locked away in a high tech wraparound translucent blue tinted fortress
And you cannot touch me!
I am 'modern-Scott Walker'
I am a surprisingly smooth talker
And I am invincible in these sunglasses
Leave Kanye out of this
Leave your sertraline in the cabinet
And burn what's left of all the cards you kept
Leave my Daddy's job out of this
Leave your sertraline in the cabinet
And burn what's left of all the cards you kept
To the students at Bedales
I try to free myself from the grip
Of shellac nails
To the students at Bedales
I try to free myself from the grip
Of shellac nails
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82588 On Nov 27, 2024
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