Welcome to the best new six-part Danish crime drama
She steams herself in marble rooms, courtesy of Big Pharma
I lose myself in the light of the TV, courtesy of her father
She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder

Mother is juicing watermelons on the breakfast island
And with frail hands she grips the NutriBullet
And the bite of its blades reminds me of a future
That I am in no way part of
And in a wall of photographs
In the downstairs second living room's TV area
I become her father
And complain of mediocre theatre in the daytime
And ice in single malt whiskey at night
Of rising skirt hems, lowering IQs
And things just aren't built like they used to be
The absolute pinnacle of British engineering

I am invincible in these sunglasses
I am the Fonz, I am the Jack of Hearts
I am looking at you and you cannot tell
I am more than the sum of my parts
I am looking at you with my best eyes
And I wish you could tell
I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell
I am locked away in a high-tech, wraparound
Translucent, blue-tinted fortress
And you cannot ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ touch me
I am invincible in these sunglasses
Cars are going "beep, beep, beep"
And there are so many roadmen on this street
And you cannot tell that I am scared
I am invincible in these sunglasses
I'm modern Scott Walker
I'm a surprisingly smooth talker
And I am invincible in these sunglasses