Technique

Lyrics

Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, 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 distinct "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.
 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
 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

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Song Details

Duration
04:38
Key
8
Tempo
145 BPM

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