The Patron - To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie

two hands come so cold and ardent

to the sea they’ll meet again

a constant telling breath with a roving eye

a few of few genteel do lie

what is that they deny

for it wasn’t there

wasn’t there

and really wasn’t at all

broken hatchet called in lament

a misinformant paid this debt for

a rule, a rule broken to attest

till is must be addressed

not likely to succeed a likely end

melted heart so lost and wet

made a fool of me

tightened grasp succulent at best

made a fool of me

why do you wake at night

why do you wake at night

two hands come so cold and ardent

to the sea they’ll meet again

but it wasn’t there

oh wasn’t there, oh wasn’t there

oh wasn’t there

why do you wake at night

why do you wake at night

what do you wake at night

why do you wake at night