Technique Lyrics - Prefab Sprout

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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank 

He's home late in the morning 

Had he been a lawyer 

He wouldn't work for pennies 

In the morning I go walking 

It helps the hurting soften 

I've seen a lot of places 

'Cause I miss her very often 

But I could never work there 

What a shame that I'm not clever 

It's for men with horn rimmed glasses 

And four distinguished A level passes 

What chance so long ago 

I buried something I should know 

Verse and chapter they unfurl 

And sprinkle it upon the world, name it 

Technique 

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak 

And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak 

Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating 

Technique 

Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak 

And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak