Love Is A Bourgeious Construct
I've been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up alot
Speaking english as a foreign language
Any words that I haven't forgot
I've been thinking how I can't be bothered
To wash the dishes or remake the bed
What's the point when I can dust instead
I've been hanging out with various riff-raff
Somewhere on the gold hawk road
I don't think it's gonna be much longer
Till I'm bugging up on the penal code
Love is a bourgeouis construct
So I've given up on the bourgeoise
Like all them aspirtations it's a fantasy
When you walked out you did me a favour
You made me see reality
That love is bourgeouis construct
It's a blatent falicy
You won't see me with a bunch of roses
Promising fidelity
Love doesn't mean a thing to me
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeouis construct
So I've given up the bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
While the bankers all get their bonuses
I'll just get along with what I've got
Watching the weeds in the garden
Putting my feet up alot
I'll explore the outer limits of boredom
Moaning periodically
Just a full time lonely layabout
That's me
When you walked out you did me a favour
It's absolutley clear to me
That love is bourgeouis construct
Just like they said in university
I've been taking my time for a long time
With all the shodder freuder it's cost
Calculate what you've lost
Now I'm digging through my student paperbacks
Flicking through karl marx again
Searching for the soul of england
Drinking tea like tony benn
Love is just a bourgeouis construct
So I'm given up the bourgeoise
Until you come back to me
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Bourge bourge bourgeoise
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeouis construct
So I've given up the bourgeoise
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