The Beautiful South - Mirror lyrics

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight Not much a door can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us who*es So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us who*es Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us who*es So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish