Prefab Sprout - Technique Lyrics
12345/12345... 12345/12345Her husband works in jodrell bank, hes home late in the morning,Had he been a lawyer, he wouldnt work for pennies.In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften,Ive seen a lot of places, cos I miss her very often.But I could never work there, what a shame that Im not clever,Its for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished a level passes.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 dont 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 dont fill with wonder when you speak,And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.