Brian Molko: Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you got no choice, hear me through You look as if you like it but you seem reserved It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite for the day I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse Buttered requiem for a jerk
It's an afternoon for mourners but the tears don't come Got what you deserved, the maximum Well I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work What's a requiem, to a jerk
Françoise Hardy: Well the devil left a message - \"Go try paradise Hell's a lot too hot Not too nice Try to take on God if you've got the nerve Even I don't need stupid jerks\"
Brian Molko: Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you got no choice, hear me through You look as if you like it in your wooden shirt It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite for the day On your white-washed face Blue steel prison wall I'll write stupid jerk That's all