Prefab Sprout - Technique lyrics
[Prefab Sprout - Technique lyrics]
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
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