Gentile Gentleman
Put up our defences, these electric fences
Protect our gardens of garbage
Best made men
Like worms to a dead bird
Flock into oblivion
I don't think that we've won anything yet
What are these rats racing against?
They just charge unquestioned
I never pay any attention
I never could
Punch straight through the door
More gentile than gentleman
Not a lightweight anymore
My pulse slips
I'm taking care of business
When I look at what my wilted hands have sown
Polish our pretences just to numb the senses
Sweep the dust under the carpet
Best love wreck
Your mood swings profusely
Sweating the small things
We all say yes, yes, in the end
What are these rats racing against?
They just charge unquestioned
I never pay any attention
I never could
Punch straight through the door
More gentile than gentleman
Not a lightweight anymore
My pulse slips
I'm taking care of business
When I look at what my wilted hands have sown
I know that I'm just one of them
What are these rats racing against?
They just charge unquestioned
I never pay any attention
I never could
Punch straight through the door
More gentile than gentleman
Not a lightweight anymore
My pulse slips
I'm taking care of business
When I look at what my wilted hands have sown
I know that I'm just one of them
