Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love is a Bourgeois Construct, artist - Pet Shop Boys.
Date of issue: 29.08.2013
Song language: English
Love is a Bourgeois Construct |
I’ve been taking my time for a long time |
Putting my feet up all odds |
Speaking English as a foreign language |
Any words that I haven’t forgot |
I’ve been thinking how I can’t be bothered |
To wash the dishes or remake the bed |
What’s the point when I could just… instead? |
I’ve been hanging as a fairy trif raf |
Somewhere along the go hobrose |
I don’t think it’s gonna be much longer |
So I know they’re up, harlequin old codes |
Love is a bourgeois construct |
So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie |
Like all their aspirations, it’s a fantasy |
When you walked out you did me a favor |
You made me see reality |
This love is a bourgeois construct |
It’s a blame turn to fallacy |
You won’t see me with a bunch of losers |
Promising fatality |
Love doesn’t mean a thing to me |
Talking tough as we linger |
We’re better now, it’s clear to me |
Love is a bourgeois construct |
So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie |
While we’re anchored forget the voices |
I’ll just get along with what I’ve got |
Watching the weeds in the garden |
Putting my fear upon odds |
I’ll explore the outer limits of boredom |
Moaning periodically |
Drift a far time, lonely lay about |
That’s me |
When you walked out you did me a favor |
It’s absolutely clear to me |
That love is a bourgeois construct |
Just like they said at university |
I’ve been taking my time for a long time |
With all the shadow and forever its cost |
Calculating what you’ve lost |
Now I’m digging through my student paper bags |
Flicking through Karl Marx again |
Searching for the soul of England |
Drinking tea like Tony Benn |
Love is just a bourgeois construct |
So give it up, the bourgeoisie |
Until you come back to me |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Bourgeois, Bourgeoisie |
Talking tough and feeling bitter |
We’re better now, it’s clear to me |
That love is a bourgeois construct |
So I’ve given up the bourgeoisie |