Bleak Is My Favourite Chic - Snog

My outfit’s fine I got the latest clothes

And what it hides, everyone knows

My style is measured not brash or bling

The armour-plated, calibrated void within

Bleak is my favourite chic

Bleak is my favourite chic

Got a fist like Jesus and a paper wedding ring

These are a few of my dismal things

Got a stout pout that goes out to you all

And when I trip, I just fall and fall

Bleak is my favourite chic

Bleak is my favourite chic

IGeneration

With a Micro concentration

Transubstantiation

Not demonstration

And there’s a dream that repeats on me

I go out there but nobody sees me

And I howl and I scream

Though no-one hears

Though my sticky, salty, invisible tears

Bleak is my favourite chic

Bleak is my favourite chic