You keep me an honest prole
If ever I should dare to swell
One look from you can level me out
Return me to my hell
It shows a will most incorrect
To think that I could rise
Forgive me I forgot myself
I forget myself sometimes
But you remind me
There is no future
Not for the lowburn
You remind me
To work from the outside and keep it simple
This house is like an imperial museum
Bengal, bengal, bengal
The portrait of the horse and Mrs
Fills me with a cold desire
Their laugh is like a story
That's older than us all
I'm back in front of the portrait
It's a world I'll never know
But you remind me
There is no future
In this history
You remind me
To work from the outside and keep it simple
And when they talk on the shop floor
About the vectors of power
I think they miss some of what I see here
The sadness of this straightened world
It's worse to think that they just don't know
Better to think that they knew all along
It's worse to think that they just don't care
I'm gonna think what I need to get by