This is the curse of having no cause to complain
Nothing to mark you out as anything unusual
A life so ordinary every day’s a different shade of grey
And in your family home you while away the day
Sketching ideas out never anything substantial
How do you prove yourself when nothing’s really standing in your way?
Oh when there’s nothing in your way
Oh when there’s nothing really standing in your way
This is the crime of having nothing much to say
No life experience to draw your own conclusions
And who would listen to your dull middle class accent anyway?
And all the romance in the records that you play
Stems from the suffering of the poor and the downtrodden
And from your window don’t the towerblocks seem awfully far away?
Oh don’t they seem so far away?
Oh don’t those towerblocks seem awfully far away?
This is the price of having never paid your way
Of having never had a credit check refusal
Of having never had a serious misfortune to your name
And in your family home you dance away the day
Your awkward self-awareness in the mirror as per usual
What can you do when your reflection’s always standing in your way?