We are the high street service trays 
Coming to take you away 
Pasadena 1968 
With speed on your breakfast plate 
Aunt cancer calls them happy pills 
They keep her calm and cool until he leaves 
The moccasin skin obsession leather thigh 
White tennis skirt so high 
The eyes of mine are new and kind 
But the hair's not grey, it's white 
And grandfather's an ascot noose 
Can't tie the tassels on his shoes 
Leave me 
These are the red-eyed politics 
The cocktail revisionists 
War room rules: no wives or kids 
Here men sing the boy in them 
The hedge casts heroes late across our lawn 
The valley hunt militiamen, all gone 
Thought we had the lock in '54 
Now the maid owns the house next door 
And what's more 
Swims in the pool she used to clean 
Our new king looks like a queen 
Leave me 
Oh god stop tearing off the roof 
Of my experimental bathroom 
It's the only thing that's halfway mine 
And not for your prying and lying eyes 
The empire's melting like ice cream 
On the altar of the sun 
This skin we've stretched for centuries 
It's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me