You keep me an honest prole If ever I should dare to swell One look from you can level me out Return me to my health It shows a will most incorrect To think that I could rise Forgive me I forgot myself I forget myself sometimes
But you remind me
There is no future Not for the lobo You remind me To work from the outside and keep it simple
This house is like an imperial museum Bengal, bengal, bengal The portrait of the horse and Missus Fills me with a cold desire
Their laugh is like a story That's older than us all I'm back in front of the portrait It's a world I'll never know
But you remind me
There is no future In this history You remind me To work from the outside and keep it simple
And when they talk on the shop floor About the vectors of power I think they miss some of what I see here The sadness of this straightened world
It's worse to think that they just don't know Better to think that they knew all along It's worse to think that they just don't care I'm gonna think what I need to get by