If I Had Possession Over Pancake Day Songtext / Lyric

Outside Goldsmith's coughing up blood,

Turner Prize judge gasps “Christ that's good -

Leave it as it is, it'll get first place

We'll call it a full shift at the coal face”

Oh well you're neither a Stuckist or a YBA

and you're no longer a miner as of today






Praise for the wardens ready to fine

Anyone caught saying “graphic design”

Rag-mag seller said I'd be in pleats

Only when he'd been cleaned from the streets

Oh I could squeeze my lemon 'till my blues went away

If I had possession over Pancake Day



Give a philosophy student a glass of limeade

and he will say: “is this a glass of limeade?”

and “if so, why is it a glass of limeade?”

and, after a while, he'll die of thirst