Hello and welcome to another show if you switch off now you may never hear my voice again
Festering in a contented silence living a lie with poetic licence
Passionless heart no heaven no hell a middle class hero 'he's doing very well'
A rapier wit spits out hollow cliche's a disbelief in what he or she says
A fashionable cynic he's seen it all he's seen it all he's seen it all before
From the comfort of his mother's knee to the status of his life perceived
Can his emptiness now make him see pretentious mediocrity
A glimmer of light comes to him in the night as he lies awake
Hears the voices say
'Fate decides only the mighty disobey'
So you move up west and you get a flat and your hair turns green 'but is it art '
Or smart set city good money good sense but who are you kidding with your pushing pens
Or life on the dole the perfect alibi excused from life you choose to die do you know
Do you know do you know do you know do you know do you know
Disobey
This evening mr palmer called with his gold gilt calling card
He said he'd like to meet you because he thinks you could be had
But remember telling stories and remember playing games
And remember falling for falling in love when you know she's never ever ever ever coming back again
Disobey
