And we talk like lawyers talk,
Standing on the sidewalk,
And I came out to smoke,
And not stand like a robot.
But now that you’ve found me,
Questioned and bound me,
It won’t make it easier on you.
Her majesty’s decree,
As quoted from the junkies: Demands must be retrieved,
With quick and safe delivery.
But babe I’m not shitting you,
Could not if I wanted to,
This won’t make it easier on you.
This is not the way to be To get from A to B,
to C,
We’ve got to work on it.
Minor threats and chivalry,
And acting self-indulgently,
Won’t get you anywhere.
Won’t get you anywhere.
Someone laughed out loud,
They’re watching us right now,
And you’re screaming to the wind,
So they can’t hear you anyhow.
But Ladies and Gentlemen,
This won’t make it easier on you.
This,and that,and what’s gone wrong,
And on, and on, and on,and on,
We’ve got to work on it.
Minor threats and chivalry,
And acting self-destructively,
Won’t get you anywhere.
Won’t get you anywhere