Brown brown Autumn baby (song)

I walked in my local cemetery the other day,

and another season dead in the ground,

this phase of my life is all about brown.

It's that autumn time is my time,

and let that summer sun drop.

And I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth, and I'm earth, and I’m earth, in the ground, in the ground

Because all of that false optimism,

in calypsos, parks and exorcisms,

I just want to go back to that ochre beige,

Or rusty red, and I want to be led away

from that screaming scheming summer of love.

And I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth, and I'm earth, and I’m earth, in the ground, in the ground

Because all the sun means to me in this city

is incredibly expensive cocktails and chafing clothes,

riding up arses,

give me back my pair of glasses,

and let me hide in a big pile of shaggy brown leaves.

So I can tease that big shaggy coat off you,

I'll put my woolly cardigan and my socks on.

Detective style Sherlock, I'll be your doctor Watson.

And I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth, and I'm earth, and I’m earth, in the ground, in the ground

I want to go down down down to that earthy ground

in the cemetery with another love ship that's sailed

because a failed love is better than one that hasn't even started.

Hide me from these screaming big carnival floats,

careering capitalistic imperial boats –

those loud pink and yellows and bury me in a coat.

And I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth, and I'm earth, and I’m earth, in the ground, in the ground

All I want to be is in the cemetery,

but that ship has sailed maybe,

and I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth and I'm earth

and brown golden ale in a pub

and steamy, foggy windows –

we all know where that's going to go.

And I'll fail and I'll fail in that brown dirty earth in the mud,

and I'm earth, and I'm earth, and I’m earth, in the ground, in the ground

I'm an end of a dying summer baby.

Autumn is all that comes to rest,

and in that brown deep earth baby,

I am blessed.

Oh I'm an end of a dying summer baby.

Autumn is all that comes to rest,

and in that brown deep earth baby,

I am blessed.