Pop Song

Behind the iron gates The shifts were worked in silence Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses' sirens And as the words were few We'd listen to the radio It was loud and irritated me so I'll tell you I love you I'll tell you I love you Like my favourite pop song These promises won't keep Though every road begins and ends with you The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrow's But the money goes and the time goes too I'll tell you I love you I'll tell you I love you Like my favourite pop song I'll tell you I love you “Like the stars above you” Like my favourite pop song Like my favourite pop song Wild, unwise, trivialized, untrue We squander these gifts Like another Sunday supplement They're just so much cash In the hands of the government I'll tell you I love you I'll tell you I love you Like my favourite pop song Like my favourite pop song