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 favorite 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 tomorrows
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 favorite pop song
I'll tell you I love you
Like the stars above you
Like my favorite pop song
Favorite pop song
Wild, unwise, trivialised, 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 favorite pop song
Favorite pop song