I'm so conventional
It's not intentional
I'm a conventional sinner
Sit on the bench an all
Learning my French an all
I'm just a conventional sinner
I'm so conventional
Pick up my pension an all
Sit on the fence getting thinner
Nearly fall between bar stools
I can't hold my drink at all
And my conversation's all loser and winner
I just believe in what the last person said
That's the opinion that's stuck in my head
What does it matter if someone is dead
This is modern day Britain
Until they knock on my door
Asking for my signature
I'll be a conventional sinner
Holding my own counsel
With my four white walls
Oh I'm just a conventional sinner
Don't ask me if I think television is fair an all
If it truly represents our society
Or if it's all just engendered
Engineered false society
According to the narrative of the winner
They're the ones with the loudest voices,
Because that's how democracy works
It's not about fairness
Or some lies of equality
It's about shouting and strength and dominance
That's why I'm apolitical
call that conventional
I just don't see the point in invention
of winners
When we're all just sinners
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