From the recording Starched White Collars

From the Trap Set album Thingamejig | simon ayton all instruments and production

Lyrics

Starched white collars... If your look’n for the why the where-how and reasons this is not the time or the place or the season so swallow your pride these mouths need feed’n better join the long line in the search for meaning (you’ve given your life for no good reason they say it’s alright but they’re just teas’n!) You’ve done a hell alot of nuth’n you’ve gained a whole lot less your life needs rearrang’n your head’s a messy desk so go ahead and put off the scandal til tomorrow you’ve scuppered much more time than you could borrow in Starched white collars... So take a bow to your wage put your selflessness on display. your reasonless self-abase until the penny drops it’s ok I guess? When all the things you buy only make you iller live for your next pay with TV as filler you don’t have to be Julius Sumner Miller to know that time only runs backwards in a mirror (they say there’s no life...If there’s no meaning but there’s no time if there’s no being...) No handlebars and no brakes. You’ve given control away. The heady weight on your frame. Has stolen life’s course astray... starched white collars So if there’s no life there’s no meaning dry your fuck’n eyes cos this is not eden! Starched white collars...