I've been taking my time for a
long time
Putting my feet up all odds
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 could
just instead
I've been hanging as a fairy
trif raf
Somewhere along the go hobrose
I don't think it's gonna be
much longer
So I know they're up harlequin
old codes
Love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up on the
bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations it's
a fantasy
When you walked out you did me a
favor
You made me see reality
This love is a bourgeois construct
It's a blame turn to fallacy
You won't see me with a bunch
of losers
Promising fatality
Love doesn't mean a thing to me
Talking tough as we linger
We're better now it's clear
to me
Love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up on the
bourgeoisie
While we're anchored forget the
voices
I'll just get along with what
I've got
Watching the weeds in the garden
Putting my fear upon odds
I'll explore the outer limits
of boredom
Moaning periodically
Drift a far time lonely lay about
That's me
When you walked out you did me a
favor
It's absolutely clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
Just like they said at university
I’ve been taking my time for a
long time
With all the shadow and forever
its cost
Calculating what you've lost
Now I'm digging through my
student paper bags
Flicking through Karl Marx again
Searching for the soul of England
Drinking tea like Tony Benn
Love is just a bourgeois construct
So give it up the bourgeoisie
Until you come back to me
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Bourgeois Bourgeoisie
Talking tough and feeling bitter
We're better now it's clear
to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie