paroles de chanson Requiem For A Jerk - Francoise Hardy , Faultline

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
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 shirt1
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