Gene
Love Won’t Work
Now we've entered New Britannia
Lord don't tell me love won't work
I've seen my face
Of course I know my place

Yes, I started life retarded
Voices told me, take your chances
I run through all the things
I've said and done
Is it too late to find someone?
I lie in wait to be undone
By anyone

In bars from Perth to Hampstead we crowd
And canonise the stupid
Still proud, the pavements full
The praise is loud
At last a victim well endowed
With every quality allowed
The truth will out

Some thrive, we try to keep ourselves alive
Strike first, the rich must be deprived
Or Highgate armies will arrive
I've seen the light