Love is a Bourgeois Construct

I've been takin' my time for a long time

Puttin' my feet up a lot

Speakin' English as a foreign language

Any words that I haven't forgot

I've been thinkin' 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 hangin' out with various riffraff

Somewhere on the Goldhawk Road

I don't think it's gonna be much longer

Till I'm muggin' up on the penal code

Love is a bourgeois construct

So I've given up on the bourgeoisie

Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy

When you walked out, you did me a favor, 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, promisin' fidelity

Love doesn't mean a thing to me

Talkin' tough and feelin' bitter

But better now it's clear to me

That love is a bourgeois construct

So I've given up on the bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

While the bankers all get their bonuses, I'll just get along with what I've got

Watchin' the weeds in the garden, putting my feet up a lot

I'll explore the outer limits of boredom, moanin' periodically

Just a full-time, lonely layabout, that's me

When you walked out, you did me a favor, it's absolutely clear to me

That love is a bourgeois construct, just like they said at university

I've be takin' my time for a long time with all the schadenfreude its cost

Calculating what you've lost

Now I'm digging through my student paperbacks, flickin' through Karl Marx again

Searching for the soul of England, drinking tea like Tony Benn

Love is a bourgeois construct so I'm giving up the bourgeoisie

Until you come back to me

Bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

Bourgeoisie

Talkin' tough and feelin' bitter

But better now it's clear to me

That love is a bourgeois construct

So I've given up the bourgeoisie