Abdication!

Abdication! - The Lucksmiths

It's only too clear

And I know you hate to state the obvious

But the houses round here

Hold jumble sales and joblessness

I always thought autumn

Was my favourite time of the year

But I guess I'd forgotten

How cold it can get when the sun disappears

You sounded so sure

That I'd come to your side

When you came to your senses

But we stood at the door

And fought 'til your neighbours

Had come to their fences

You called me a bad weather friend

And I think that I know what you meant

But your letters are all heaven sent

The others I get are all from the government

It's all part and parcel

Of having next to nothing to do

But if I was the king of the castle

I'd throw away the throne for you