You Can Call Me Leisure The Beautiful South

[Intro, spoken]
~unintelligible~

[Verse 1: Paul Heaton, Dave Hemingway]
You look a younger, more beautiful version of death
But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath
Now, your body's facing east; your heart is west
And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed
We should've held you closer to our chest
'Cause our shoulders were put there for that test
Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

[Pre-Chorus: Heaton]
Well, you certainly jumped the rail at treasure chest
Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemon on this family crest
And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you rest

[Chorus: Jacqui Abbott & Heaton]
It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore

[Post-Chorus: Abbott & Heaton]
Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor