You fell in love with a one man band He played you sang along You give you love away baby, and he took it for a song At the time, you thought it was fair trade The tune you got now, he can't even play Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet Painted by a master touch Beautiful but it don't mean much You should write a song about that You should write a song about that All movies now are remakes We prefer the originals We're the fans of an*logue In a world that's gone digital Not much is new In anything we do or say And as for music All the good songs are covers anyway A table by the window to watch the pa**ing storm The street is a painting melting , our Sunday in the borne Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet Painted by a master touch Beautiful but it don't mean much You should write a song about that You should write a song about that Bullet hole stars sprayed across the dawning sky Light bleeds through so slowly, as we talk of saying goodbye Me and the old queens drink our ginger and dubonnet Through my tears, the whole world looks like a Monet Painted by a master touch It's beautiful but it don't mean much You should write a song about that You should write a song about that