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)