Listen to the organ that i play for you Since you've got no choice Hear me through You look as though you like it But you seem reserved Its 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 But our requiem for a jerk Its an afternoon for mourners But the tears dont come Got what you deserved The maximum Well im getting sentimental but its too much work Whats our requiem to a jerk
While the devil left a message Cool dry paradise Has a lot to hot Not too nice Try to talk in code if you've got the nerve Even i dont need stupid jerks
Listen to the organ that i play for you Since you've got no choice Hear me through You look as though you like it In your woolen shirt Its 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 Moose steel prison wall Alright stupid jerk Thats all
Thats all
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Faultline, Brian Molko & Françoise Hardy - Requiem For A Jerk (Requiem Pour Un Con) (0)