Trevor Songtext
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My name is Trevor whoever
At school they said I′m clever
Where'd that get me?
Flat in Stepney
With a wife and kid that left me
Eat my supper a sucker
My single serving dinners
A night worker who′s neighbours
They scream in foreign patois
I wash dishes feed my fishes
And then I take a shower Take the letters I've written
I put them on the counter
Turn off telly I'm ready
My face says in the mirror
Pick up package and bag it
Yeah the ticky tocky wreckage
All the scrapple and metal
My internet researching
Lock my door wonder who for?
And the thought it gets me laughing


Walk to the bus stop and get it
The one that comes from Mile end
Watching commuters work routers
Yeah the suited and the booted
As they scurry and hurry
Their lives so convoluted
Feel the city above me
All that whirring and the hooting
Palms are sweaty I′m heavy
The feeling of the package
As I exit I′m walking the middle of the racket
Sit on hard steel of benches
In the heart of this commotion
People around me are smiling
Life's moving in slow motion

Light is upon me
It′s on me
And telephones are ringing
Ain't it funny all that talking yeah
And no one′s ever listening
When you needed some feeling
To know that you existed
Were persisted and listed
Acknowledged and were gifted
Well you'll see any minute
I′ve started up my message
Ticking ticking it's not stopping
And I'm looking at your faces
While I′m grinning and rocking
′Cos in my head there's cheering
Yeah the future′s a game and no one here is winning
The future's a game and no one here is winning

So sing Aristotle
Going bubble to bottle
Going Bottle to battle
We can′t live how we want to

So sing Aristotle
Going bubble to bottle
Going Bottle to battle
We can't live how we want to

Don′t say I'm dead
I can't believe it