It’s pretty plain
It’s pretty plain
I’m taking up space
How deep is your garden?
It’s pretty plain
It’s pretty plain
You rise and fall like The Times
Bruised and battered
To reap what you sow
Pity or desire
Who the fuck do you know
Always for you
always for you
But they keep watching you
And watching you
Through your screens and your TVs
Through streetlights and satellite cameras
And the craziest thing is they’re telling you about it to your face (know)
But you’re too tired
To look them in the face
And spit
Who do you
Know
Who do you
Know
