The Wombats - Firing Squad (Come On I’m English, I’ll Even Queue and Wait My Turn) lyrics

You pulled the ace out of the pack
Describing me as a charmless nowhere man
I wasn't stationed here to take flak
Or to be your sycophantic fan
So kick me to the floor
You must be sick of these rhyming metaphors
And as my teeth chip and crack
Your eyebrows raise
Were you expecting a white flag?
Is it still giving up if you
Want the trigger pulled back?

'Cause, I've begged all that I can
I've held up my hands you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad too little, too late
Too big of a stake you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad so blow me away

Despair has it's own calms
Like the sedatives when I broke my arm
I remember those good old days
Happily lost in my charmless nowhere place
No thanks for the birthday cake
And the upright cigarettes that
Acted as the flame
Why would I watch the filters burn
When you could take your aim and
I could watch those barrels burst?
Come on I'm English
I'll even queue and wait my turn

'Cause, I've begged all that I can
I've held up my hands you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad too little, too late
Too big of a stake you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad
I've begged all that I can
I've held up my hands you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad too little, too late
Too big of a stake you're a firing squad
You're a firing squad now blow me away