Oh, its a questionable hit

What should we put on the front of it?

A homemade crucifix?

Well, I'll say for definite

They won't like it, I don't like it

This outfit's for a reboot

Be a good, patch up in the second-hand suit

I wish they'd die, his roots

If they think you're a fruit

The men won't want to be you

The chorus-chords as they are, are shit

He needs the right hook

Who cares if its all cheap counterfeit

He needs the right look

Less coastal

More classic

Ecclesiastical

Perhaps a cassock

No crisis

No profit

If he falls like a domino it'll be worth it

Lеss of this

More of that

Don't worry about him, he's a doormat

It's probably cause hе likes it like that

We don't want to toughen him up in combat

Fix that hiss

Scratch that pass

A touch more Hi-hat

Ten pink roses look like a dozen when he proposes

Following fast 'fore the door closes

He ain't no shepherd but he goes by Moses

These nightmarish bailiffs

Every one armed and dangerous

You'll be charmed if not famous

Their eyes are like Vegas

And their steel is stainless

I still have his lipstick on my neck

Its bloody textbook

When did it all get so Kafkaesque?

It kills to be cute

Less coastal

More classic

Ecclesiastical

Perhaps a cassock

No crisis

No contract

The record is seminal

I love the first track

Less of this

More of that

Don't worry about him, he's a doormat

It's probably cause he likes it like that

Intimidate him, maintain eye contact

Fix that hiss

Scratch that pass

A touch more Hi-hat