Only My Honesty Matters

We're just obvious

Small jumpers, corkscrews

Whacky socks, commuter belts

Scientologists without yoghurt

We're just obvious

Hippy private schools fighting amongst themselves

And beard trimmers and sloppy eyes

With sloppy tears that splash upon the things that you left

We're just obvious

Alternative thoughts, alternative clothes

Your leisurely dressed boss and corporate all in one tiny team

We're just obvious

Like David Cameron, bow tie at breakfast

Rotund facial cheekiness and borderline inference

Flirty cockney croissant crumbs in the morning

Going to war with your best pals

We're just obvious

Listening to Florence and the Machine and having a roll-up

A man with soft hands and a dark heart

Politically cautious with nice skin, hard-working

Impotent white obvious people

With shocking clothes and awful music

Red death and the science of being a nob

I don't like anyone's music, not mine, new world order

We're just obvious

Only my honesty matters

I'm having a roll-up, being supportive

The back bone, the leg bone, the bone, the bone

We're just obvious

Tiny little pale porcelain ants running around

In a large fish bowl full of aggressive men

With beard trimmers