Singing Loins Any Good Englishman
Like any good Englishman I enjoy humour
With all due seriousness.
The sadness of laughter rings like a bell
And all's well.
Laugh, laugh till your belly aches
And you almost remember who you are.
Almost remember, almost, who you are.
Like any good Englishman I try expression
With all due seriousness.
The voice in the vacuum rings like a bell
And all's well.
Sing, sing till your throat's so raw
That you almost discover who you are.
Almost discover, almost, who you are.
Like any good Englishman I've learned the bingeing
With all due seriousness.
The action of alcohol rings like a bell
And all's well.
Drink, drink till you're invincible
And you almost forget who you are.
Almost forget, almost, who you are.
Like any good Englishman I approach loving
With all due seriousness.
The stuff in my head is cracked like a bell
And all's well.
Love, love till your insides are out
And your briefly become who you are.
Briefly become, briefly, who you are.
Cry, cry till you're empty again
And you almost go back to who you were.
Almost go back to, almost, who you were.
