A crowded room on Beverley
A party for the rent
You were sitting casually
With a few of your fabulous friends
I asked you what your name was
But you just turned and laughed
Then a little later
I finally caught your eye
And even though you tried so hard
You couldn’t hide your smile
I followed you downstairs
And we talked for a long long time
Would you call that love
Who’s to say
I don’t know much about love
But you’re the best I ever had
It wasn’t long before you changed
Your phone number to mine
You said that you were movin’ in
But you needed a little time
So I kept all your messages
Til you made up your mind
Now the rain is fallin’ and the clouds are gathering
And the sun refuse to shine
Your promises and whispered words
Are forever on my mind
And I’m left here smokin’ cigarettes
That you left behind
Would you call that love
Who’s to say
I don’t know much about love
But you’re the best I ever had
In the end it comes down to this:
Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss
Can you live it?
Does it gleam?
Feel it rid the heart of ideals
This is a vegetative state
It’s a vegetative state
A vegetative state
What you gather – is that all you’re worth?
Playing catch-up with opulence
Want. want. want.
A get-out clause
Away from the dregs
Leave the dogs to borrow, steal, and beg
This is a vegetative state
It’s a vegetative state
A vegetative state
I’d like to know who they’re fucking kidding
When they call this a classless society?
I’d like to know why the wight of the law is brought down
When desperation knocks you off course?
Not in the vegetative state
I’d like to know how the high-rolling movers
Manoevure around rules?
I’d like to know why “opportunity for all”
Remains a worthless slew of words
This si a vegetative state
I’d like to know
Uncivilised – that’s me
A mongrel too
A bottom-feeder who sees right through
This is a vegetative state
It’s a vegetative state
A vegetative state
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