Darling Alistair

Two types of heartache blow my life into pieces
The first is fiscal; the second does not bare repeating
Say Darling Alistair
Why’d your taxes remain way too taxing?
Is it not opportune to pose these questions?
Darling, are you honest?
Darling, are you popular?
We thought you were honest
But you keep secrets in
You have me invited to another question-answer session
Dressed-down, informal like
But it still leaves the wrong impression
Your fabric’s merging
Urge you to break into something vibrant
Instead, your head, drops dead in silence
Darling, are you honest?
Darling, are you popular?
We thought you were honest
But you keep secrets in
Darling, d’you notice?
Darling, are you ill-defined?
Darling, are you honest?
From behind blacked-out window of your car
Excheque my broken heart
Cancel cheques in the mail
It’s like we just got started, Alistair
Home-wrecker, duty bound
Two pence in the pound
It’s like you just departed, Alistair
Darling, are you honest?
Darling, are you popular?
We thought you were honest
But you keep secrets in
Darling, d’you notice?
Darling, are you ill-defined?
Darling, are you honest?
From behind blacked-out windows in your car
Darling, are you honest?
Darling, are you popular?
We thought you were honest
But you keep secrets in
Darling, d’you notice?
Darling, are you ill-defined?
Darling, are you honest?
From behind blacked-out windows in your car