Flat-Pack Philosophy - Buzzcocks

I’m cracking up, can’t take the strain

From heaven to hell and back again

And so each night, I say a prayer

Someone to love, someone to care

Hold on, why am I here?

What are we living for?

(Oh, oh)

All of my hopes, dreams, and desires, assembly required

That’s flat-pack philosophy

So when my thoughts make me depressed

I think the best, and fuck the rest

Despite it all, the future’s key

The double-decker bus, the one I didn’t see

Hold on, why am I here?

What are we living for?

(Oh, oh)

All of my hopes, dreams, and desires, assembly required

That’s flat-pack philosophy

Hold on, why am I here?

What are we living for?

(Oh, oh)

All of my hopes, dreams, and desires, assembly required

That’s flat-pack philosophy

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Flat-pack philosophy, flat-pack philosophy

Flat-pack philosophy, flat-pack philosophy