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Brian Molko: 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 this second verse Buttered requiem for a jerk It's an afternoon for mourners but the tears don't come Got what you deserved, the maximum SongtexteWell I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work What's a requiem, to a jerk Françoise Hardy: Well the devil left a message - "Go try paradise Hell's a lot too hot Not too nice Try to take on god if you've got the nerve Even I don't need stupid jerks" Brian Molko: 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 Aus Songtexte Mania