Mcqueen (don't Know How To) Break It To You
It's the age of heirs and graces,
Leave your baggage at the door,
'Coz we don't do no complications.
It's okay to get an itch,
But to constantly scratch at it,
Will only lead to irritation.
I don't know how to break it to you.
I don't know how to break it to you,
You're confused!
I don't know how to break it to you.
I don't know how to break it to you,
You're so bruised!
In the age of fine wine and bullshit,
Let's pretend to be civilised
And full of culture, it won't hurt us.
Well I'm sure, when they cut the dressings off,
It will all be healed,
At least that's what they tell you.
I don't know how I'm gonna break it to you,
You seem confused!
I don't know how you got the strength to be amused.
You've been bruised!
