Centuries fly past the window
Writing out contracts we rarely fulfill
It's always the small print that steals the show
But what should I know
Saving moments to savour
Melodies and paper
Security feigned
You don't have to be mad to think that you ain't
But maybe it helps
Beauty
Came round one tuesday
For flapjacks and frisbee
I was too tired
He looked sad
Promised to come back
But I fell asleep for an hundred years
I dreamt of tesco being in government
The smile on a penguin as the water rose
We think it's strawberry said the hippos
But what would they know
Oh what a lovely oil crash
Oh sh** - we trusted our genius
Then it got all apocalyptic
But suddenly one prick had me bolt upright
I couldn't think striiight
Nor speak RP
And beauty
Was nowhere to be seen
What kind of fairytale was this
Someone was clearly taking
Centuries
They flew past the window
Trumpeting progress
We had to applaud
But look at the small print
Those acts of god
You know
He never pays up