The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Still In The Kitchen lyrics

You can try, It's right that you do
In your own way, I'm sure
You know that's true
It's not easy, cliché upon cliché!
But so attractive,
When everyday is a Sunday
And I truly believed
It couldn't happen to me
Yes I truly believed
It couldn't happen to me
But where the sheep once played
There's only wheat now
Staring stupidly at my feet now
And everything I ever wanted
Is still in the kitchen
Be lonely, you're already alone anyway
Enjoy it, why shouldn't you
Enjoy the things you do?
Celebrate it, up in your room
The world's so far away
No one will ever know
Be lonely, no one loves you
Quite the way you do
And you're so sure it's true
It couldn't happen to you
You're so damned sure
It couldn't happen to you
Just like the ballad of Lucie Jordan
You take all the risks
You think you can afford
And everything you ever wanted
Is still in the kitchen
You get down to the bottom
With those frosty autumn mornings,
Metropolitian bars,
You'll be staring like a scientist
Into your glass
And everything you ever wanted
Will be still in the kitchen
You say it's fatalistic but I don't know
I believe that when there's magic
It will surely show
And everything I ever wanted
Is still in the kitchen