歌词
I've been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up a lot
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 doss instead?
I've been hanging out with various riff-raff
Somewhere on the Goldhawk Road
I don't think it's gonna be much longer
'Til I'm mugging up on the penal codes
Love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up on the bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy
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Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
But when you walked out you did me a favour
You made me see reality
That love is a bourgeois construct
It's a blatant fallacy
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 bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie
♪
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie
♪
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie
Bourgeo-bourgeoisie