All Hail The Dilettantes

by Tregenna/Jones/Francis

Genre: Pop

Lyrics

All Hail The Dilettantes

A thousand stories making up a life
I’ve got a creaking liver
But I ain’t got a wife

We’re sipping bitter in the afternoon
I’m shouting cross you sweetheart
Tho’ I hear your little tune

You’re still sitting here…
Why are you still sitting here?

I’m not a gift for you, oh no
And if you want a better man
You need a better plan
All hail the dilettantes
Who skim and swoon
There’s no depth I must confess
To the arty shallowness
In me

There’s been a bomb blast in the library
A billion pages flutter
And they’re suffocating me

You’re still sitting here…
Why are you still sitting here?

Chorus

We twist and turn and never learn
We choose to spurn what lovers earn
Yet sigh in our hearts
As the saddest part starts

All Hail The Dilletantes…