Monday morning, fiction on the tube
Then sorting out the daily mail
Nasty habit, read the horoscope
Pick the skin around
Her nails are shiny, made for making love
Or kissing indiscreetly
At the weekend, miss the drink
That leaves you feeling peaky
Tuesday, lunchtime, itchy in a suit
All dressed up for the pantomime
How dyou know though when youre getting on
Or when youre getting back in?
Line up, strung up, listen to the sound
Of someone elses fun fair
Always racing theyll catch you
When you thought youd just got somewhere
Theres nothing you can do
Ill make it up to you
Youre feeling just like them
Tonight well find a different world
Or sign a different treaty
Love makes you forgetful so completely
Youre always looking, read about the lives
That loiter in non fiction
While youre waiting
Someone stole the courage of your conviction