Technique Lyrics
The song Technique is performed by Prefab Sprout .
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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 gla*ses, and four distinguished "a level" pa*ses.
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.