Love is a Bourgeois Construct

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 code Love is a bourgeois construct So I've given up the bourgeoisie Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy 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 Bourgeois, bourgeoisie While the bankers all get their bonuses I'll just get along with what I've got Watching the weeds in the garden Putting my feet up a lot I'll explore the outer limits of boredom Moaning periodically Just a full-time lonely layabout, that's me When you walked out you did me a favour It's absolutely clear to me That love is a bourgeois construct Just like they said at university I'll be taking my time for a long time With all the schadenfreude it's cost Calculating what you've lost Now I'm digging through my student paperbacks Flicking through Karl Marx again Searching for the soul of England Drinking tea like Tony Benn Love is just a bourgeois construct So I'm giving 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 But better now it's clear to me That love is a bourgeois construct So I've given up the bourgeoisie