Ye Wiles Microwave Meals And Ideals
And so you take a step forward,The 21st century's all
about boys.
Walk or skip into suburbia,
Where semi-naked chefs lurk behind kitchen doors.
And the TV says it's alright for men
To take care of the brood and the homelife, when
The woman's at work. And how hard she works,
As he leans across the fence and gossips to his friends.
It's a gender (gender) emergency,
Household wage in the microwave age.
It's a gender (gender) emergency,
Household wage in the microwave age.
The day's pressing on now,
The TV's no fun when it is your life.
And the microwave meal's refrozen now,
As the cool December draft blows the hanging kitchen
knives.
And he 'didn't want much from his life,' he said,
As he pulled back the duvet and he fell into bed.
'But I'm still here and she's still not here,'
He said as the pillow smothered his head.
It's a gender (gender) emergency,
Household wage in the microwave age.
It's a gender (gender) emergency,
Household wage in the microwave age.
