as callous as she is
as evil as she talks to him
she covers up her smiles
so her laugh will be more haunting
and she's done up all her hair
in secondary modern
for the last great bash
to what's left of his honor
and they both collapse in bed
so tired out from talking
when she turns to him and says
"how dare you be so loving
well i wouldn't touch you now
not while no one's looking"
i forgive you son
little boys break all the rules
while little girls keep waiting for them
i forgive you son
and the writing on the wall
spells such a bleak tomorrow
in the privacy of pain
he manifests indifference
for the suffering of slaves
and the parasites within them
and the peasants and the knaves
go dancing round the kingdom
god save the queen
of conspicuous consumption
to his credit he's well made
that's just what they'll all say
when they bury him alive
and spit upon his grave
with blood upon their hands
and smiles across their faces
i forgive you son
little boys break all the rules
while little girls keep waiting for them
i forgive you son
and the writing on the wall
spells such a bleak tomorrow
she'll take the stage to demonstrate
and do the two-step on your back
now you know how everyone feels
now that the joke's on you
now he could've been a saint
he could've been a real man
but he's slumped down in her chair
leching lolita
while she's out there on the prowl
turning lovers into martyrs
i forgive you son
little boys break all the rules
while little girls keep waiting for them
i forgive you son
and the writing on the wall
spells such a bleak tomorrow
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023