Technique - Prefab Sprout

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

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