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 analogue   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 passing 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