Faultline, Françoise Hardy, Brian Molko - Requiem for a Jerk paroles de (lyrics)

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