O Heathcote - Lawrence Arabia

I can understand, I can understand why people talk with reverence

'bout the changing of the seasons, 'bout the bluing of the light that brings

such melancholy

I can understand, I can understand why poets do mythologise

'bout the browning of the land and the hardening on the back of your hand

We were conceived in the back of a car

Brought up in a bar, educated by TV

I’ve got my PhD

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee

And now we crave all the comforts and accessories available

And complain about our backs and how it is impossible to relax

We walk the dog and sadly we consider how everything’s been ruined

And moan about the youth while our arbitrary opinions become absolute truth

We were controlled by an invisible hand

The fat of the land made us softer than the sea

I shall kiss you on your knee

Hee hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

And in September I contemplate surrender

Just dwell upon my odour and pour another soda

In spite of Palestine