Only My Honesty Matters

We're just obvious Small jumpers, corkscrews Whacky socks, commuter belts Scientologists without yoghurt We're just obvious Hippy private schools fighting amongst themselves And beard trimmers and sloppy eyes With sloppy tears that splash upon the things that you left We're just obvious Alternative thoughts, alternative clothes Your leisurely dressed boss and corporate all in one tiny team We're just obvious Like David Cameron, bow tie at breakfast Rotund facial cheekiness and borderline inference Flirty cockney croissant crumbs in the morning Going to war with your best pals We're just obvious Listening to Florence and the Machine and having a roll-up A man with soft hands and a dark heart Politically cautious with nice skin, hard-working Impotent white obvious people With shocking clothes and awful music Red death and the science of being a nob I don't like anyone's music, not mine, new world order We're just obvious Only my honesty matters I'm having a roll-up, being supportive The back bone, the leg bone, the bone, the bone We're just obvious Tiny little pale porcelain ants running around In a large fish bowl full of aggressive men With beard trimmers