prefab sprout
technique
Her husband works in Jodrell Bank,  He's home late in the morning, Had he been a lawyer,  He wouldn't work for pennies. In the morning I go walking,  It helps the hurting soften, I've seen a lot of places,  Cause I miss her very often. But I could never work there,  What a shame that I'm not clever, It's 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 don't 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 don't fill  With wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted  Way you make me speak.