Not Drowning, Waving – The Marriage Is A Mess lyrics

When there's nothing much to work for, you have to say that life gets stale
Well there's forty miles of suburbs, where everything's for sale
From the roads to the houses we sleep behind, and the talk behind the fence
Where the need to reproduce ourselves, grows stronger everyday

And the conversation's awkward, when there's little left to say
With all this believing in the family, that keeps the father strong
And the men are loud and foolish, tell of how they've done it on their own
And how they won't take the push no more, but it seems they always do
And the marriage is a mess

And she practices neatness, and reads pink books of blue romance
She keeps neat clipped lawns and roses, and the bruises on her face
Whilst the banks put up bright posters, scream we've got money to give away
Well it's as easy as that right here, but the bank man is a bastard
And the marriage is a mess, and they hardly talk any more