Technique Lyrics by Prefab Sprout

Technique Lyrics

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    Her husband works in jodrell bank, he's home late in the morning,

    Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies.

    In the morning i go walking, it helps the hurting soften,

    I've seen a lot of places, 'cos i miss her very often.

    But i could never work there, what a shame that i'm not clever,

    It's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "a level" passes.

    What chance so long ago, i buried something i should know.

    Verse and chapter they unfurl, - and sprinkle it upon the world. name it.

    Technique !

    Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,

    And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.

    Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.

    Technique !

    Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,

    And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.

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