classic men can sniff me out
it is seconds, watch it happen
they can sniff me out like blood
it is seconds
watch it
they recommend this book to me
about our species’ downfall
now that we prop up weaklings
we’ve actually devolved
he answers the phone and throws a tantrum
evidently
she didn’t hear his voicemail
so we turn around this second
drive straight into traffic
of course we all die in this instant
world haunted by classic men
world haunted by classic men
man smoking at the gas pump
it’s friday, he can’t wait to
imitate the classic man
pull Top Gun elevator moves
his buddy tried it once
the judge actually winked
I ask him to put it out
he answers that he carries
gets close enough to hit me
drops the cigarette
of course we all die in this instant
world haunted by classic men
world haunted by classic men
classic men
world haunted by real strength
poise and confidence
superiority’s obvious
drives straight through a night club
and I fantasize this:
thank god they’re reformed once they’re in office
thank god they don’t get to raise children
Rarely an album title evokes that perfectly what’s inside … on a solidly bass base, mid-tempo post-punk songs progressing like nothing could stop them. Somehow, Berlin atmosphere transpires. JJPOP13