The Brazilian Sgt Pepper Lyrics

We, we know how to get ourselves low

But we also know how to let ourselves go and

And we know enough to keep our backs away from the windows

And now our knees say 'Hey!' and our knees they give way

It's okay, we can just play the cynic at the minor injuries clinic

And if there's a dust round our house or a crust round our mouths

We'll just say 'Hold it, you may have oversold it'

This is the Brazilian Sgt Pepper and it always disappoints

But we'll probably sing these songs forever

Sing them all together and we won't harmonize ever

Just sing the same songs forever

Unbalanced dancing in the street

Can still make a heart miss a beat

Let's sing these songs together

Forever

We said 'Pour out some drinks, give us the strong ones'

Then you can really watch us cut a swathe

With only our blue/grey resumes

And see there, two petitions side-by-side

One full of hate

One full of lies

We sign them both like it's a joke and say

'They probably cancelled each other out anyway'

So what if all us swans are tagged

Still our nature fights back

We are Gods

We are slags and Now the Brazilian Sgt Pepper

It starts to sound okay

So we sing these songs forever

Sing them all together and we can't harmonize ever

Just sing the same songs forever

Unbalanced dancing in the street

Can still make a heart miss a beat

Let's sing love songs together

Forever

Then finally I figured it out

A way to be my own backing singer

They locked the studio doors but it's okay

I found a way to sneak back in

I thought that if I could hide myself away

Back here in this last tune

Then maybe somehow I could reach you

I might be stuck here forever at this very last hurdle

Where bands and their dreams come to curdle

Man, why does everything just feel so final?

We might have to put this out on Horlicks-coloured vinyl

Or maybe I'm not like those other singers and

This is supposed to slip right through my fingers

The funeral song too sad to sing

The hollowness that follows your glorious win

The clever drone shot that keeps zooming out

Filling the screen with only more doubt and

Will the only pleasure left in this place

Be the satisfying snap of my glasses case?

And here amongst our narrow choices

Always this joyless inner-voice says

'I don't know but maybe you ought to

Keep your boat a bit nearer the water'

But then someone would probably just nick it

Or a shore-bound drunk would find a way to be sick in it

And in this self-sabotage song (our usual trope)

I can't decide if this a hymn of hope

Or is it two people under pitch-black covers?

Reaching for, but always missing each other

I'll try to sneak back out of this track the way that I came in

Back through the bits about love and the bits about sin and Before the band or ROSS have even saw us

I'll just prise my way out through the gaps in the chorus

And I imagine on the track behind me flowers won't grow but

Part of my heart is telling me

'No, there might be a whole wide world under see-through covers

Reaching out and finally finding each other'