Disobey

Hello and welcome to another show
If you switch off now you may never hear my voice again
Festering in a contented silence, living a lie with poetic license
Passionless heart, no heaven no hell
A middle class hero, 'he's doing very well'
A rapier wit spits out hollow cliches
A disbelief in what he or she says
A fashionable cynic, he's seen it all
He's seen it all, he's seen it all before.

From the comfort of his mother's knee
To the status of his life perceived
Can his emptiness now make him see, pretentious mediocrity
A glimmer of light comes to him in the night as he lies awake
Hears the voices say...
'Fate decides, only the mighty disobey'.

So you move up West and you get a flat
And your hair turns green, 'But is it Art?'
Or smart set city good money good sense
But who are you kidding with your pushing pens
Or life on the dole, the perfect alibi
Excused from life you choose to die, do you know?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know?
Disobey.

This evening Mr Palmer called, with his gold gilt calling card
He said he'd like to meet you, because he thinks you could be had
But remember telling stories, and remember playing games
And remember falling for falling in love
When you know she's never ever ever, ever coming back again
Disobey.