Bungalowland

You achieved your emission, moved to the seaside

After only six months, your husband died

In a tree-lined street full of frozen rows

Of nineteen-fifties bungalows

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

In a ten-room box made of tiles and bricks

You don't really live, you just exist

Someone, somewhere must be taking the piss

'cause there can't be anything worse than this

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Nobody seems to notice you

And nobody really cares

But at least when you're living in a bungalow

You don't have to hoover the stairs

Bungalowland

Where the old people go

Just how you got there

You really don't know

You got a picture of a child that used to be you

Then you wake up one morning and you're ninety-two

In bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

No one will ever know you were on this earth

No stone with your date of death and birth

The cemetery's full so when you expire

It's down the crematorium and into the fire

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland (we're just existing)

Bungalowland (this is not living)

Bungalowland

We're just existing in bungalowland