The familiar pose Gets up my nose. So sincere and true. All the broken hearted And the sadly parted I don't feel sorry for you.
Sat on a chair Gazing in the air Through a hazy focussed lens. You don't judge my chances Like you judge the years Losing your lovers and friends.
Because apart from California love songs And tunes full of wit There's something I hate even more so: Sentimental shit. And as well as American Patriots And handsome saps There's something much much more obnoxious: Sentimental crap.
A cry of despair Searching everywhere For someone or something to grasp Well we all feel lonely 'Cause we're humans only You must have a hand to clasp.
But I get so tired Of all the uninspired Songs about I love you. How you came into my life Or I slowly took the knife. I don't feel sorry for you.
Because apart from California love songs And tunes full of wit There's something I hate even more so: Sentimental shit. And as well as American Patriots And handsome saps There's something much much more obnoxious: Sentimental crap.
So if you're feeling very much in love. Praising heaven above. Please don't sing a song About your love life going wrong 'Cause I won't listen...
The familiar pose Gets up my nose. So sincere and true. All the broken hearted And the sadly parted I don't feel sorry for you.
Because apart from California love songs And tunes full of wit There's something I hate even more so: Sentimental shit. And as well as American Patriots And handsome saps There's something much much more obnoxious: Sentimental crap.