The last time I saw you
You were lying in a bush with a bag of glue
Now you're baking cakes for middle aged ladies
And you're married to
A good looking girl who gets on well
With your family
You've made your mother proud at last
And I guess that's good enough for me
Yesterday I met the boy
I used to spend my Christmas with
He used to be a monk, now he deals cards
And seems happy with it
And there's a lot to be said
For lifelong love and sex and security
And a good looking girl who gets on well
With your family
And I ignore religion
It never gave me anything
I can't make decisions
I can't make incisions
And I'm not a poet
But I'm not illiterate
And I can't get used to it
And I can't get through it
I saw you yesterday
You were carrying pornographic magazines
You offered me a gun then said that
They were much more trouble than anyone needs
You're still baking cakes for middle aged ladies
You're still married to
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family