Never play card games
Please don't tell me to do the math
And then we'll maybe drown in Dewey decimal
And maybe sleep a tiny bit more
That was the point
Oh, maybe we should read more into the books that we adore
If only you would give your life to literature just
We are content
Work on your algebra, stand out in the rain
And give yourself to simple pleasures but
Don't read Jane Eyre
So when we are together you'll maybe look a little less bored
And if we'd take prisoners or simply simper at those fools
We know that we could sell your magazines
Meanwhile, back at home, not in Communist Russia
Perhaps we should drink less vitamin C
I'm stitching up each one of your pockets
I'm sticking your fingers into sockets to kick-start your little heart
But leave our shoes off at the door ‘cause
And now I'm shouting out in capital letters
Tonight we're gonna smash this place up
And then we're gonna deck it out with fairy lights so
Working on our attitude towards the second hand book shop employees reading the inscriptions that were never meant for their eyes
Please don't tell me to do the math
Well only on my headphones, we plot our march onto the town hall
Of us at home with the moon pouring through the curtains
