Pabulum

Hope you come back soon
Went in May, now it's some time in June
It's now a fine afternoon
To play dead
To the rhythm inside our heads

Will you take my plan
Chew it up, spit it out in my hands?
We've got to make it spick-and-span
And not cry
But then never question why

Had a rather awful dream last year
That I started calling my job a career

Now we're getting bored
Of an E then an unknown chord
Because we've heard it all before
Since we're old
And we've seen it all unfold

Had a rather awful dream last year
That the river Thames ran crystal clear

Now we all mean well
Can we all stay well enough to breathe?

Getting near the end
First past the post, just around the bend
But now there's nothing to defend
It was razed
And we can't help feel amazed



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Woods
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