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Hooks in the sweat lodge of a gallery gift shop Staggers out punch drunk for a half hour lunch break Then roams the zen gardens of the gentrified margins Strolls through riotous petals forged from recycled metals Sometimes I think of you Somewhere in between sunscreen I've once moved me too My Guernica jigsaw Who will buy my Mondrian stress ball? Basquiat skateboard Or Van Gogh Carlo Shower cap Rothko How did we lose so much? Lose so much The store she works in sounds paisley and snakeskin She thinks of vintage thoughts among camel hair coats They pass on the escalators between all saints and spec sailors Phased by abstract sculpture Sometimes I think of you Deep down in the shallow hole Through the ocean too Sometimes I think of you I've once moved me too How did we lose so much? Lose so much Who will buy my Guernica jigsaw? How did we lose so much? Lose so much What's not to love? The Kandinsky phone case The Brancusi lampshade Sometimes I think of you Sometimes I think it's true Do you think of me too? Sometimes I think of you Sometimes I think it's true Do you think of me too? Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky I never did see Who will buy this wonderful morning? Put it in a box for me Who will buy my Guernica jigsaw? Happiest in the dark room Conjuring shadows and shades Running film through your dry fingers Keeping ghosts in their graves And you could handle a steering wheel Rounding the corners and bends Watching the movie of life play out Through the windscreen's lens But you were never good with horses Were you my dear? Always took a step backwards when they came near Couldn't bear to look In the dark rock pools of their eyes Couldn't hold your hand flat And offer your sugar cube lies It's all too much for you It's all too much It's all too much for you Thanks for the dried buttercups Pressed between faded pages Thanks for the tropical butterflies Pinned in their glass cases For the snow white rabbit's foot Screwed to a key fob All of my thanks A skull studded with precious stones Sharks in their glass tanks But you were never good with horses Were you my dear? Always took a step backwards when they came near Couldn't bear to look In the dark rock pools of their eyes Couldn't hold your hand flat And offer your sugar cube lies It's all too much for you It's all too much It's all too much for you Said a man with his own telescope Isn't especially strange To be a collector of doll's houses Is fine for a guy of your age I said look at their pretty ankles And smooth coats Look at the grey and the black But you wanted the painted wooden kind You could rock this way But you were never good with horses Were you my dear? Always took a step backwards when they came near Couldn't bear to look In the dark rock pools of their eyes Couldn't hold your hand flat And offer your sugar cube lies It's all too much for you You were never good with horses Were you my dear? Always took a step backwards when they came near Couldn't bear to look In the dark rock pools of their eyes Couldn't hold your hand flat Stands up on its own when you're not around Smells like a dog, smells like it drowned And the arm that plucked the buttercup Still throws a decent uppercut Whatever you got in your pockets there A fingernail and a hank of hair Twenty quid and a rolled up dollar A soft toy choked in a pitbull's collar It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar It's a great coat alright, now that you're gone Just never asked me to put it on Lined with satin, hemmed to cuff The iron fist and the velvet glove Turning your shadow into a coat As darkness embodied a master stroke Here's the avenue, here's the address Windows bordered, gardens a mess Here's the gibbet, a peg on the door And the great coat hanging right down to the floor Under its weight they're buried alive Under its wing the raven flies But I'm ditching you brother Dropping you off on the piss stained steps Of the charity shop It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar It's a great coat you'll worship Blooms like a zeppelin, glides like a washer It's a great coat alright, now that you're gone Just never asked me to put it on Plucked the buttercup, still frozen Decent, hop and cut It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar It's a great coat you'll worship Now that you're gone It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar It's a great coat you'll worship Now that you're gone It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar It's a great coat you'll worship Now that you're gone It's a great coat fella Climbing the stairs from the locked up cellar Dr. Freud, we'll see you now.