Requiem For A Jerk - Faultline, Brian Molko, Françoise Hardy

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 the second verse

Buttered requiem, for a jerk

It’s afternoon for mourners

But the tears don’t come

Got what you deserve, the maximum

I’m getting sentimental

But it’s too much work

What’s a requiem to a jerk

Well the Devil left a message

«Go try paradise

Hell’s a lot too hot

Not too nice

Try to take in God if you’ve got the nerve

Even I don’t need stupid jerks»

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