Dress Like Your Mother Lyrics - Sleeper

Friday's gym and sunday's grim 

He sees an analyst on tuesday morning 

She's no happier than him 

She only likes to hear her own voice talking 

Oh well have you seen her face 

Soaked in hype and foolishness 

They say when you upped and left 

Your parents didn't even notice 

50 Years to go, ooh la la 

And it seems to me that you're all dead already 

Wifey works on style mags 

Thin girls with bruises in her pictures 

Halfway down she lost herself 

I think they call it butterfingers 

Oh well it's a cosy place 

Occasional domestic flare-ups 

Oh well have you seen her face 

She actually believes in haircuts 

You sold your old punk records 

Read the book instead 

You lost your sense of humour 

But you kept the queen is dead 

You don't look yourself 

You dress like your mother