It's the age of heirs and graces
Leave your baggage at the door
'Coz we don't do no complications
It's okay to get an itch
But to constantly scratch at it
Will only lead to irritation

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're confused!

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're so bruised!

In the age of fine wine and bullshit
Let's pretend to be civilised
And full of culture, it won't hurt us
Well I'm sure, when they cut the dressings off
It will all be healed
At least that's what they tell you

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're confused!

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're so bruised!

I don't know how I'm gonna break it to you
You seem confused!

I don't know how you got the strength to be amused
You've been bruised!

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're confused!

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're so bruised!

I don't know how to break it to you
I don't know how to break it to you
You're confused! (x2)