Technique (Letra)
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Her husband works in jodrell bank, he’s home late in the morning,
Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn’t work for pennies.
In the morning i go walking, it helps the hurting soften,
I’ve seen a lot of places, ‘cos i miss her very often.
But i could never work there, what a shame that i’m not clever,
It’s for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "a level" passes.
What chance so long ago, i buried something i should know.
Verse and chapter they unfurl, – and sprinkle it upon the world. name it.
Technique !
Their eyes don’t fill with wonder when you speak,
And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.
Technique !
Their eyes don’t fill with wonder when you speak,
And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
